Secrets of the Crimson Ashes
It felt surreal—like Cinderella, suddenly transported from a modest home to a palace with no visible end.
Then Ryan’s face flashed in her mind, and she slapped her cheeks lightly, grounding herself.
“This isn’t Cinderella, Lila,” she muttered. “This is Beauty and the Beast—dark edition.”
She sank onto the sofa and drifted into sleep, exhaustion overtaking her.
The next day, the four of them sat at the long dining table. Lila felt painfully out of place, as if her past had been nothing but scraps compared to this extravagant spread.
“Lila, dear,” Mr. Myers said warmly, “we’ll be visiting the mall today. Call your friends if you like. Choose whatever you want—no limits.”
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