Arianna’s POV I paced the hallway just outside my father’s office, more loudly than I realize, my unease growing rspidly. The familiar corridor felt strange—almost foreign—like a place I had once belonged to but no longer recognized. The dull, monotone colors that once defined my father’s workspace were gone. Now, bright colors splashed across the walls, furniture, and even the curtains. It felt… wrong.I wasn't being quick to judge, it was simply a fact, her dedication to bright colour was insatiable, always hungry like a vampire draining blood from its victims. This was definitely my stepmother's doing!!! I hadn’t been here in years, but this? Definitely not my father's office. It looked more like a daycare than the headquarters of a powerful enterprise. “Arghhhh, this woman!” I groaned under my breath, dragging a hand down my face in frustration. Without realizing it, I had begun speaking out loud. “Well… I guess I could try something,” I muttered, tapping my chin. “Take a
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