Chapter 21

  Aria's POV

  The delicate lace, this specific shade of pink, the tiny bow... I'll recognise it anywhere. I've seen it in her laundry basket, joked about it in her closet.

  My best friend. My brother.

  Ugh! I feel like I'm gonna throw up with the pineapple juice now tasting like bile in my throat...

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