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Breathing too fast.

Penulis: Funmilayo
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-03-20 17:09:41

Sylvia’s POV

I shot up so fast that Isabel chuckled, clearly amused. That’s when I realized I didn’t even know her name.

"Before we go on this top-secret mission, what do I even call you?" I asked, still buzzing with excitement.

She let out a small laugh, shaking her head. "Isabel," she said, offering her hand.

"Sylvia," I replied, shaking it like we were striking a deal. Maybe we were.

We started walking, Isabel leading the way through the quieter parts of the house. She kept to the back corridors, her steps light and careful, like she had done this a million times before.

We almost made it. Almost.

Then we ran straight into a maid.

Isabel tensed beside me, her fingers twitching like she wanted to shrink into herself. The woman who was older, with a sour expression like she drank vinegar for breakfast, turned her sharp gaze on Isabel, completely ignoring me.

"What are you doing here?" she demanded, her tone laced with disapproval.

Isabel flinched. I didn't like that.

"She’s showing m
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