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The Fitting

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Chapter 7:

(Sophia’s POV)

The morning sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the new penthouse, golden and blinding, as if determined to remind me that this world Damien’s world — never slept.

I stood by the enormous dining table, nursing a cup of coffee that had probably cost more than my favorite coat, trying to shake the uneasy feeling in my chest.

Last night had been surreal. Moving again, stepping into this palace of glass and marble — it had all felt like crossing another invisible line I didn’t know existed.

Now, barely twelve hours later, I was being whisked away to a private fitting for tonight's gala.

Lila would’ve screamed with excitement if she’d seen the invitation from the couture house embossed with gold lettering. But for me, it just felt… heavy.

The weight of pretending. Of performing. Of fitting into a life that wasn’t mine.

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The car ride to the atelier was silent except for the low hum of the engine. Damien sat beside me, focuse
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