Chapter 111Next morning. Blake mansion. Sunlight streaming. Through windows. Warm. Bright. New day.Lora came downstairs. Still feeling. Last night. Forehead kiss. Dance. Everything. Floating somehow. Like feet. Not touching. Ground. Properly.Sienna sat. In sitting room. Waiting. Grinning. That grin. The one. That meant. Trouble. Questions. Teasing. Everything.“So.” Sienna said. Drawing out. Word. Long. Suspicious. Playful. “How was. The gala?”Lora tried. To look. Casual. Normal. Failed. Completely. “It was. Nice.”“Nice?” Sienna repeated. Eyebrow raising. “Just. Nice? You went. With Noah. To fancy gala. Wore beautiful dress. And. It was. Nice?”Lora sat. Across from her. Face already. Warming. Betraying. Her. “Okay. It was. Really nice.”Sienna leaned forward. Eyes sparkling. Mischief. Everywhere. “Tell me. Everything. Every. Single. Detail.”So Lora did. Shyly. Carefully. About arriving. About people staring. About Noah. Making jokes. Making her. Comfortable. About dancing. Abou
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