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... isn’t a lie. Every gown felt like it was trying to mold me into someone I wasn’t, and Ruth was the strictest designer imaginable, deconstructing each piece with surgical precision. But there was something oddly comforting about the process.
As the last gown—a dramatic sapphire blue that shimmered like the night sky—was brought in, I caught a glimpse of Adrien in the mirror. His eyes were locked on me, not in the usual way. No, this was different. There was something... raw. Hungry. Almo ...
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