Twisted Vows
Carolina sat curled up in the velvet armchair beside the fireplace, a book open in her lap but she had not turned the page in ten minutes.
Instead, she stared at the words without seeing them. “How am I supposed not to fall for him,” she whispered to herself pressing the book against her chest, “when he notices things like this?”
She hated that her heart softened for him, she hated it because Adrian was cruel, cold and dangerous.
And yet somehow, he remembered the exact edition of her favorite book, that alone makes her stomach growled.
With a sigh, she placed the book down and headed toward the kitchen but she slowed when she heard voices.
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