Chapter 13 The script off-stage

BRISELLE’S POV.

 The cream cashmere sweater was soft—infuriatingly soft. It felt like a warm hug from someone who hated me. I stood in front of the mirror, adjusted the black tailored slacks, and cursed the fact that Kai was right. I looked...polished. I looked like I belonged in a world where peopl...

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