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r engagement party, her own mother would d
er eyes, she saw
a moment, and fear spr
scattered clothes on the g
e opened the door, she saw her
atrice shouted, "Oh,
de of the Jennings family. It seems she couldn't even wait for her
ixed on Chloe's disheveled appearance-her bare feet, her torn dress, and the wild lo
face masked with disgust. He looked at her as if she
to grab his arm, desperately hoping he would believe her. "N
ing his arm back. "Don't touch me," he hissed
etched with a practiced look of disappointment. "Chloe, how could you do
ing her dry eyes with a handkerchief. "Oh, sister," she sobbe
o
rly remembers drinking the
's w
s eyes, the smug victory on Anneliese's lips, the look of
ticulously planned a
oftly, her gaze fix
s tears, not a mother's. "Oh, Chloe. I never imagined you
n of such moral depravity," Beatrice declared, her
immediately agreed, a look of relief appearing on his face. He lo
pun around her, the floor beneath her feet seemed to vanish. Her hands w
omething small and hard, clipped to the corset of her tatte
cate, and
meticulously crafted from silver and o
f the man whose face she had never seen, a silen
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