Alaina's vocal cords had been damaged in that fire. Ever since then, her voice had been rough, hoarse, and honestly pretty unpleasant. But now, it sounded much clearer.It looked like David had spent a lot of time and money on her throat during her years abroad. He'd actually managed to get it mostly fixed."Dave, do you think this color looks better, or this style? Ugh, I like both. What do I do? Help me pick one, Dave." Alaina spoke with a kind of playful, sugary sweetness Maeva could never imitate.In front of David, Maeva was gentle, well-behaved, considerate, and even generous. She never had that spark of girlish liveliness, though. Because she wasn't loved. Alaina was the one who had that privilege.David's voice was warmer than anything Maeva had ever heard. "Anything looks good on you."He spoke with a sort of tenderness that had never been directed at her. When he was with her, his voice was always cold and distant. The difference between loving someone and not loving the
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