Valentina stood in front of the mirror, dragging a brush through her damp hair in slow, steady strokes. Her robe clung softly to her shoulders, sleeves slipping down one arm as condensation fogged the glass from her earlier shower. The coughed, the sound echoing slightly in the silence.She looked around, and chuckled when her eyes settled on the frame of her in a shimmering silver dress from one of the shoot. Lucas had insisted he made a frame for it, and he hung it just above his bed, or their bed now? He wouldn't let her go back to her room.She shook her head in amusement and sighed. Tomorrow, she’d go back to work.She didn’t feel ready, not exactly. But she also couldn’t stay buried in this house any longer, waiting for everyone to shut up or something new and interesting to pop up. The world had been feasting on her silence like it was some kind of game, they were speculating, spinning rumors, throwing words like ice queen and fallen wife around with the kind of carelessness th
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