Chapter83 The higher you climb, the harder you fall

Chloe

The makeup room mirror reflected my face—velvet dress hugging curves I'd fought a year to reclaim, ruby necklace catching light at my collarbone.

Tiffany's hands worked through my hair, pinning a loose curl. "You look stunning," she murmured. "Like you were born for this spotlight."

"What i...

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