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“Tomorrow morning. Meet at my office, 9 AM. I'll send the address.” I show the exchange to Aaron, who nods approvingly. "Good. We'll go through everything with fresh eyes. Look for inconsistencies, anything that suggests the investigation was rushed or manipulated." "What about the surveillance footage?" Felicity asks. "It's been seven years. Will any of it still exist?" "Depends on where the cameras were and who owns them," Aaron says. "Private businesses usually don't keep footage longer than ninety days. But traffic cameras, security systems for government buildings— those might archive for longer. It's a long shot, but worth checking."

It also scarred my life. There was one woman who captured my eye in the crowd, a woman that was so familiar. She looked at me with pity. I smiled at her. Tears fell from her face. “Don’t….cry……Psyche..” I spoke as I closed my eyes. Letting darkness consume me. I feel less sad knowing that I saw a familiar and lovely face before I died.

What can we conclude from the video? Trouble in paradise? She glared at Chanel from Channel 5 news. This woman was impossible. Mikaella knew she was jealous of her right from highschool. Now getting some juicy scoop such as Roman hitting Phil and leaving him for dead was what Chanel wanted to ruin her reputation.

The other girls gasped in delight as the man was not the same as a prince, but a King. "What are you doing?" Dion looked around and found that mixed with the music and noise, the video of the HMT party was being played. It showed the exact moment he announced his relationship with his wife and the following events. Suddenly the camera focused on Thea's face. Dion noticed how she was getting pale by the second as she was trying to contain her sadness. "I proposed to give you a party for finally ditching that woman!"

"It's not necessary. I'm fine." "I'll feel better if he tells me that," Marybeth said, taking his hand, and they circled back to the main building. Her father stopped at reception to pick up some documents before they headed back to Danica's room. Marybeth sat at the dining table, flipped through one of the magazines and sipped her coffee while her father lounged on the neatly made single bed and ripped through a few of the envelopes he'd collected from reception. He cleared his throat, and Marybeth looked up from the latest tabloid vitriol about the Duke and Duchess of Sussex. The moment she saw the trailer of their new N*****x documentary, she knew it wouldn't earn them any fans.

I'm full with the joy of spending this weekend with this beautiful and wonderful people over here. What matters is that we all are together at last.we are " CRAZY BEAUTIFUL US"

But in truth, I have nothing without Beatrice. I force myself to pull up the footage, my stomach twisting so much that I can barely breathe. The screen glows in front of me. I bite the inside of my cheek hard enough to taste blood and press play. I have no idea when this could've happened, so I start at the very beginning of the party. Every second feels like a blade dragging slow and deep across my chest but I make myself watch.

“How are you feeling? I’m not dragging you down too much am I?” I smile and kiss her head. “Not at all.” I make sure the alarm is set for the next hour. “After yesterday and last night we both need some rest.” She nods and cuddles into me again. “Can we turn on the TV?” “Okay, want to watch a movie? We are up to the first Captain America movie.” I turn on the PS4 via the controller and start up Disney+. I’m so glad I talked Samantha into getting it, all the Marvel films are on there which makes it very convenient to binge watch them.

Harold never looked at me with admiration in his eyes because of my scar. Should I go ahead and let my beauty shine? I just want to know if Harold will change his attitude towards me after seeing my beautiful face every day? Will he look at me twice and see me in a different light? The question was intriguing and the result might not be what I expected. After a while, Debra stopped scrolling on her phone and asked, "Do you want to dance on the dancefloor?" I shook my head. "No. I'm not in the mood for dancing this time. Just go ahead and shake your booty. Enjoy the dance floor."