THE WRONG TWIN BETWEEN MY THIGHS
The sneakers at the feet of the bed.
“What the fuck?” I said, looking at the items laid obviously for me. This has been happening often. When I say I planned to read a book, when I got to the library, the book was already on the table. If I complained about a flower vase to the butler, it was gone in the next hour. All I had to do was say something, and it was done. This though, I hadn't told anyone else than Eloise. No one has permission to go to the top floor, where Adrian and I's room was. My hands shook slightly, fear racing throughout my blood.
I ran into the closet and grabbed a pair of jeans and another basic top, ignoring the clothes. After putting my hair in a messy bun and rubbing
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