Chapter 23 The price of pretty

BRISELLE’S POV.

  The atelier was hidden behind a non-descript black door in the city’s most expensive district. There was no sign, no window display, just a gold-plated intercom and an air of exclusivity that made my stomach do a slow, agonizing flip.

  "I don't want to do this," I whispered as Kai...

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