Chapter 168 Blood Doesn't Mean Shit

Isadora

Jesus fucking Christ.

Beside me, Samantha rises from her chair and gently takes my hand.

"Isadora, sweetheart. What would you like to do?"

I stare at her, wondering what kind of answer I'm supposed to give.

I'd like to finish trying on my dress. I want to drink champagne with the women I...

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