opened
ve floor-to-ceiling windows, warming the cold sheets.
n a tidal wave of clarity. The diamond ring on her finger felt ju
tuck in this world, she was determined to fully emb
Endless rows of designer dresses, pristine silk blouses, and glass disp
om the nightstand. It was time to check
original owner's birthdate. The screen unlocked. A
. Her fingers trembled slightly with th
reen l
The warmth in her chest vanished,
nd. She stared at the screen again, leaning in close t
ount balance fir
grand illusions of becomi
the phone. She hit zero balances and maxed-out credit c
clutching the fabric of her silk pajamas as a wave of genuine, exis
had arrived only a week ago, and the original owner had sent every single penny of her
air deep into her lungs, forcefully suppressing the p
tain her position as Mrs. Sterling. She had to survive until
ned the gold faucet and splashed freezing water onto
r gowns and pulled on a modest but elegant beige cashmere sweater and t
stepping out into the vast, sile
ided over the polished mahogany banister, the cool wood g
ainst the imported tiles. The immense scale of the mans
utler, stepped out from the dining room. His p
d slightly. "Goo
genuine warmth or respect. It was the voice of a man speak
do you prefer a tray sent to your quarters?" he ask
ing expression that completely contradicted the
om, Mr. Harrison," Summer
ent, but a brief flicker of confusion broke his
oors, stepping aside to let her pass
at the impossibly long, polished mahogany dining table, f
over her lap. Her stomach gave a l
mer sat quietly, staring at the empty porcelain plate in
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