Chapter 154 One Hundred and Fifty Three

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Amaya

I sat frozen on the velvet stool, clad in a silk robe, staring silently at my own reflection.

Three elite makeup artists and a hair stylist from Paris moved around me in hushed synchronicity. They brushed shimmering powder over my cheekbones, applied dark mascara to my lashes, and pin...

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