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... ng and evicted everyone."
Aria sat in the high-backed salon chair, forcing her neck to remain stiff as Coco worked with the intensity of a bomb disposal expert. The dress—the liquid silver Versace—was already on, pooling around the chair like spilled mercury, but the transformation wasn’t complete.
"The hair needs to look wet," Coco muttered, massaging a high-gloss gel into Aria’s rose-gold locks. He combed it back severely from her face, letting the ends cascade down her back in ...
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