After One Night With My Sister’s Prized Possession
Leandra appeared—tall, elegant, a queen of style and authority.
Behind her, five women, flawless, moved like dancers in slow motion, smiles sharp and polished, as if rehearsed for a magazine cover.
Jade froze. And then came the self-conscious glance down at herself. Prison clothes. Crumpled, faded, sneakers scuffed, hair still tangled.
Leandra’s eyes widened, just for a heartbeat. Then she laughed—warm, genuine, and a little teasing. “Oh, honey… so we’re going for the full Cinderella transformation, huh?”
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