BIANCA'S POV.My whole body froze. I closed my eyes, praying to the goddess that it wasn't what I thought. Gasps filled the room. I heard the seamstress shriek as she rushed towards me.“No, no, no.” She repeated as she ran her hand across the tear. Very slowly, I opened my eyes, my heart sinking at the sight of the jagged line on my shoulder where the sleeves had detached from the body of the gown.“I'm sorry,” Hazel whispered, her hands covering her mouth. “I didn't mean to,” “You always bring bad luck!” The seamstress yelled as she turned to face her. “She said leave. You wanted to help. Now hours of work have been ruined. That embroidery was difficult to get. I didn't get extra.”She threw her hands up in the air. “You were not supposed to be here. I don't know what you want. Must you always cause pain?”I remained in a spot, unable to talk or even think. It wasn't just the dress, it was the sting of realising this was the second time she was ruining something that belonged to m
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