The Heiress's Loop: My Second Chance

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I remembered was my farewell party before London,

le: September 5th, move-in day, the

hurning, as the door creaked open, rev

arm – a blatant, terrible knock-off of my AllSaints le

rrifying loop, forced to relive every

twist things until I looked like the villain, the prestigious internship I lo

ot with a fury born of kn

to endure this slow-motion psyc

in, knowing the devastation she' d lea

accommodating, and always gave the benefit of the doubt

s would be drast

she thought she held all the

nowledge, and this time, the

s finally mi