Third person povFour Years Later The New York humidity felt like a smothering blanket of summer air, pressed against the high windows of the room. Naomi stood by the mirror, her reflection a sharp, emerald silhouette in the floor-length silk of her gown. She lifted one hand, the movement slow as she ran a thumb over the cool, flawless fabric.The naive girl who had left New York for Yale four years ago was gone. That girl had been defensive, perpetually braced for the next blow. This woman had a degree from a top-tier university and a paid internship offer with a leading law firm. As she applied the final brush of lipstick, her hand was perfectly steady.“If you stare at yourself any longer, your father is going to send a search party,” Delilah’s voice cut through the silence, laced with its usual blend of affection and impatience.Naomi turned, a slow smile pulling at the corner of her mouth.Delilah was a vision of champagne sequins and an aggressive, confident shine—every inch t
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