the doors to the Vera Wang boutique f

er over a silk camisole, her hair pulled back into a severe, sleek ponytai

nal café. It was a dark roast black coffee, freshly poured and scaldi

front desk and walked straight u

ed the top, sh

zine. She was here under the guise of being a "helpful intern," a sick arr

she immediately slapped on a bright, s

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n around the cup instead. She of

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o assistants. They were carefully wheeling out

the bag and

hand-stitched with intricate French lace and thousands of tiny Sw

ight, throwing a dazzling

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or a split second, the mask slipped. Pure, unadul

tched into a cold

ss and ran a finger over the delicate la

en under so much stress lately. I've lost weight.

unningham! We can take your measurements righ

p a hand, cut

y and looked dir

ness. "You and I are exactly the same size. Why don't you try it

yes darted between H

ed in her head. The desire to wear the million-doll

Cunningham, I couldn't possibly.

e dropped, losing the sweetness. It

Brielle. That

ickly. She followed the two assist

wn. She picked up her coffee cup. The heat

, the fitting roo

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st, and the massive skirt billowed out around her li

ve, triumphant smile spreading across her face. She looked at

n sto

her right hand. She walke

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d at Brielle's reflection in the mirror. He

tly. Her voice was like ice cracking over a fro

ace Hayden. "Thank you so much, Mrs

licked h

d the cup

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e dead center

e. It soaked instantly into the delicate fabric, spreading like a massi

ut a blood-cu

delicate skin on her chest. She stumbled backward, clutchi

nts covered their mouths in horro

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paper cup onto the floor. It

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her voice echoing off the walls. "It

ned on her heel and walked toward the s