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Chapter 24: The Hidden Appointment

Author: Ivy Rose
last update publish date: 2026-07-09 21:10:33

POV: Charlotte

I was only in the city to pick up a dress I’d had altered, a simple enough errand that should have taken twenty minutes and turned into closer to an hour once the tailor insisted on checking the hem twice more than necessary. By the time I stepped back out onto the street the afternoon had turned grey, that particular flat light New York gets before rain it never quite commits to, and I decided to walk the few blocks back to where the car was waiting rather than ca

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