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He gave her a tab. After watching it "You don't expect this to be me, I know am brunette, wearing these exact clothes, but I can bet it with you this is not me, I think I am lighter than this person" Ida said, surprised to see a lady whose back looked exactly like hers, wearing the exact cloth with her, as the lady ran into a car, which drove away immediately. The guards thinking it was her, drove out of the neighborhood, after this strange lady who had the same dress and body as her.

A young lady said by the door. “She is awake. Inform him that she will be joining him as soon as she gains her strength.” The old lady replied, and the lady replied before she closed the door. “Come on. Let’s get you to eat something.” She helped me up. Standing up, another wake of nausea hit me, and I broke free of the old lady and got into the toilet to puke my guts. Was this how my life was going to be? I looked out through the window and from what I could see, it was morning.

~ Avelyn ~ Normal is a performance. I learned that by the morning. Normal is waking when the curtains are drawn back by a maid who smiles too politely. Normal is bathing, dressing, eating food that tastes like nothing, answering questions that aren’t really questions. Normal is walking the same halls, hearing the same footsteps behind me, feeling watched without ever catching the watcher blinking. Normal is surviving. I mastered it quickly. By the time the sun rose today, I already knew what day it was.

So foolish, I did that. “Ugh… yeah…” Arthur curved a rare smile. "This is why you're perfect to be My Lady." "But, my body… You might be disappointed if you see it in full. I have a lot of scars," I said. "Your strong legs are enough," he said flatly, running his fingers up my leg and down my thigh until I bit my lip. "Being Grand-Lady is going to be a lot of work. So, I wanted to encourage you."

“I’m morale support.” “You ate half the ingredients.” “I’m preserving quality control.” Fair. Unfortunately. God. She laughed softly while flipping another pancake. And suddenly— the simplicity of the moment hit her unexpectedly hard. Sunlight. Coffee. His sleepy voice filling the kitchen. Ordinary happiness. The kind she once believed belonged to other people. Adrian noticed her quiet expression almost immediately. “What happened?” She blinked once before smiling faintly. “Nothing.” Pause. Then softly: “I’m just happy.” God.

This is normal. She wanted normal. She had spent her whole life being extraordinary — surviving a kidnapping, working for a billionaire, carrying the weight of someone else's trauma. She was tired of extraordinary. She wanted to be ordinary. She wanted to sit on a park bench and feed the pigeons and not think about the basement. She closed her eyes. The sun was warm on her face. For a moment, she forgot everything. --- At 1:00 PM, her phone buzzed. Nick: What are you doing?

I did not feel intimidated or scared or even panicked if that was what she aimed to achieve– "You say you are from Valmore, Lady?" She asked at last. She was an older woman. Probably a decade older than I was. Still, I did not feel intimidated by her. "I had said so. I am the Luna of Valmore." I replied without looking at her. "I see that. Could you then tell me why you are regarded as an ordinary female?" She asked suddenly and I stopped abruptly to look at her. Did she think so too? Pathetic! I did not look at her to cause her fear but she looked away.

Not even all the gold and silver could overshadow the gray spectrum that embraced that place. Much less when the people living there, they were as rotten as the wood of the old attic I used to call my room. Now I understand how unfair my life was. And I feel nothing but utter rage. "Guess we have some things in common..." I whispered before even noticing. Kneeling down to match her height, I placed my hand on her shoulder. "What is your name, irregular?" She jumped for a second when my hand reached her, either way, she didn´t step back or rejected me, instead, her face rose and rested her brilliant gems on me.

The woman looked Iris up and down with a cold expression. This was Jason Just's woman? Apart from her pretty face, there wasn't anything outstanding about her. In terms of looks and figure, she was confident that she was not inferior to Iris. "Mr. Just's woman seems pretty ordinary," the woman remarked disdainfully.

“They all matter. And they’re all big. I want to help… but I don’t know what help looks like anymore.” Lady Ivanna studies me for a moment. Then she leans back in her chair, her fingers folding over her lap. “When I was younger, I lived in a house with a leaking roof and broken windows. My mother sewed buttons for a living. My father never made it back from the mines.” I stare at her. “You were poor?”