Deborah froze for a split second, her fingers still brushing through the heels on the rack. She forced herself to blink, to turn, to breathe as if the sudden voice behind her didn’t twist something sharp inside her chest.There she was. The same girl from last night.Up close, she looked even more perfect than Deborah remembered, glossy lips, soft waves of chocolate-brown hair, eyes that sparkled with a dangerous kind of innocence. She smiled like they were old friends, like she wasn’t the girl who had kissed Luther without hesitation.Deborah straightened her posture, smoothing the gown’s skirt as she offered a polite, controlled smile.“Y-yes,” she replied, tone steady. “I’m... Deborah.”“Oh good!” the girl chirped, stepping closer, far too comfortable. “I was hoping it was really you. I’m Alaina.”Deborah nodded quietly, though her stomach tightened. Alaina… so now she had a name to the irritation. But she kept her expression soft, professional, neutral.... a careful mask she’d lea
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