Chapter 20 SHE'LL HAVE MORE THAN LUCK

AVRIELLE'S POV

"Come in," I called out, pulling the towel tighter.

A young woman entered, carrying a small vanity kit. She didn't look at the disarray of the room or the discarded petals; she simply bowed and went to work.

She helped me into the dress and began to pin my hair up, hiding the mark ...

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