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"And you, dear, seem to have something to prove." "I'd like to disappear," I admitted. "But not without being noticed. I'd like to enter the room and have the one man responsible for doing me harm struggle to breathe under the press of his remorse." Lucia nodded curtly in affirmation. "We will play with black." By the weekend, my closet was looking like something out of one of the James Bond movies. Silks, flawlessly fitted blazers, and slit dresses daring enough to attract attention but crafted to create a sense of elegance, not desperation. Lucia taught me how to stride like I owned the world—how to execute calculated turns and how to enter a room with intention.

Taking out the book, The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty, Tasha gave this to me. Ever since she caught me here reading Fifty shades, which almost had me dying in embarrassment, she promised to get me another of its kind. But more hardcore and intense. Reason why I hid it here is because if Bryson ever finds this type of novel in my room, he is gonna kill me. I was just in chapter three and I was already squirming in my seat. A normal teenage girl would burn the book and wash her eyes with bleach at the kind of sex scenes and hardcore pornography in this novel, but I wasn't normal.

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Proof I could use. But even as I tried to bury myself in work, his voice and that subtle touch echoed in me, a quiet ache I couldn’t silence. Allison slid into the chair opposite me, a cat who’d cornered a mouse. “So… how long are you planning on pretending nothing’s happening?” I blinked at her, trying for blankness. “I don’t know what you mean.” Clara snorted softly from her corner, not even looking up from her stack of papers.