mmed the door behind her. She was fuming, her breat

e sense of safety. Gripping the edge of the sink, she stared into th

ers curled into a tight fist, knuckles paling as veins surfaced

she sn

f the band. Beneath it lay the jagg

gainst the cold tiled wall as she struggled for balance. She clenched her

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gain. A pale, unsteady figure stared back, clutching

and silent. The only emotion s

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ted her. Her body fl

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nside her room

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ast him. Her posture was rigid, held together as if by

retched be

ward the open door, t

while, Miss. I thought something was wrong and decided to

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ve a distr

hesitated. Clearing his

his gaze. Then, r

lmed her wrist, c

." His voice was gentle. Then, he

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omething Giselle h

at look before.

told them,' she

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lothes were damp, darkened by spla

e wear something nice for

to be an awk

e bodycon top that fit snugly against her frame. Her red hair fell in s

om the bedside table. Fi

ck to the earlier a

see if he was okay with it. He had accompanied the M

gagement itself. She just wo

choice for life. And cho

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k. K

rapping echoed

knew exactly