Chapter 87

“I don’t know,” Nathalie said, opening her closet and pulling down a suitcase.

“You don’t know?” Tessa gasped. “You kissed him, didn’t you?”

Nathalie froze, then turned slowly. “How do you..”

“It’s written all over your face.” Tessa poked her cheek. “This is the ‘I-kissed-him’ face. You always get t...

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