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But I recovered from the embarrassment quickly enough, and I returned to my duty post, attending to customers, and that was how the day passed. I had adapted, like my savior had said, so well that I was now a master at pretense. I had fully assimilated into a new life as a human girl named Addison. With her dark blond hair, brown contacts, and thick-rimmed glasses, she looked like she belonged, and I was proud of myself for that. Addison was a high school graduate that fled home from an abusive parent; she stayed in a studio apartment in Florida. It was the last state anyone would think of if they were looking for a wolf. That was all the more reason I chose it, and I was loving it here.

I needed time to get to know her first and probably never let them know because they don't deserve to learn about her. Or learn about who I've come to become. The Outlanders Camp may be bad and toxic but it helped me grow a backbone. "Don't worry, I figured you didn't want them to know a thing so I've masked my scent." My wolf chirped merrily and I could feel her wagging her tail. I raised an inquisitive brow at him, my shoulders slightly relaxed. "Addison swore she had nothing to do with you suddenly vanishing but I knew something wasn't right with her being in the house the same day." The anger that was written on his face almost had me smirking but I held back.

Henderson, and Margaret are delighted to meet George's daughter. As the doorbell rings, George goes to answer it. Moments later, he returns with a young woman who looks to be in her 20s. "Everyone, this is Addison," George says. Addison smiles and says hello. As they sit down for dinner, Hazel and Mrs. Henderson chat with Addison about her life. They learn that she's in graduate school, studying to become a lawyer. Addison also tells them about her love of cooking and baking, and she even shares some of her own recipes. It's a lovely evening, and they all feel like they've known each other for years.

Contentment is something I strive for. I too am left with my thoughts of Addison’s nightmare. I didn’t pry because I know how much it hurts her to talk about her parents. How her seeing ghosts terrified them more than it did her. How they dropped her off here without looking back hoping that whatever was haunting her would leave with her. The sound of Ms. Winston’s heels startles me as she clacks down the hall. I shuffle to my bed and drop onto the lumpy mattress and listen to those obnoxious heels strut loudly down the hall. Her footsteps come to a stop for a brief second or two before clacking against the floor again. Repeating several times.

As if there was nothing else in the world but the two of them. “I don’t know why you would ever leave a place like this,” Addison whispered almost, trying to shift the focus back to the place, away from the two of them. She smiled but suspected it looked as nervous, as unsettled, as she felt. Still, Addison pushed on. “But perhaps it takes a different kind of imagination to conquer the world from this far-off little corner of it.”

Addison said, relief obvious in her voice. “David is the best! He is such a good friend,” she uttered as I feigned a smile. “Where is Adele?” I requested. “She is sleeping,” Addison said as she showed me Adele who was sleeping innocently. “Why have t you called, I was worried. You need to see the scene Adele caused in the mall today!” Addy started her usual conversation but I wasn't in the mood. Feigning a chuckle. “I am coming to Florida soon, in a couple of days so expect me,” I told her. We said a few words before I ended the call.

Every time, she comes up with the excuse that it's cause she wants Claire to feel at home. Addison entered her room, tears spiraling from her eyes. She couldn't even switch on her phone because of the numerous calls and text messages she receives. The aggressive female fans of Warren Lannister even went as far as threatening her and doing all sorts of things. It was as though her life was in daily jeopardy. Addison sat up on her bed and picked up her laptop from her bedside. She opened it hoping she would be able to send some messages from her best friend. Her best friend, Jaden had sent her some messages worrying about her and asking how she was.

Their grandmother first fed them Ice cream which is their favourite cookies and cream to cool the heads of the two. They ate because they could not refuse their Favorite Ice cream. Atasha's Mom was talking to Aiden as Addison slowly left for the Chanel brand. Addison is always naughty and now she is running away. Addison smiled triumphantly and could see Chanel but she sat on the floor when she bumped into someone.

As soon as the door has fallen shut, Addison opens the browser on her phone to look for the article. Just like yesterday, it was the same magazine who had posted it. The headline alone is enough to make Peter’s stomach turn. “The true intentions of Javan Roswell’s new girl toy:” “Feelings ran high after yesterday’s exclusive scoop regarding Javan Roswell’s new girl toy. Those of you who have already voiced their misgivings about Roswell presumably dating a recently out of college-aged kid better buckle up: As various independent sources tell us, Roswell’s new lover is Addison Roswell, a 21-year-old student who recently graduated from State University. Her mother being dead at a young age, Ad