e hope. I filled a sketchbook with dress designs, pourin
surrounded by charcoal sketches and fabric swatches. He
Hatti," he said, his
id, my voice defensiv
you off like a well-behaved pet, and he'll leash y
e ash. We fought, and he left my room with a look of pro
nvitation came wi
perfect," he sai
waving away my sketchbook. "Your designs are
re pulling out a dress. It was beige. A bland
t, smile, and stay by my side. No talking to the pre
t was a job assignm
disconnected his phone from the car's Bluetooth system, but he hadn't. His v
was l
Seraphina's drama. Hatti is the perfect wallpaper-blends rig
uckled. "
eraphina," Dillon's voice was laced with smug
lpa
w space in my chest. Every lie I had told myself, every excuse
here was only the cold, s
la. I had to see it. I had to watch
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