The soft morning light filtered through the tall windows, casting delicate patterns on the floor. The mansion was quiet, unnaturally so—like the silence before a storm.
Mirabella stood outside her door, her hand resting lightly on the knob as she gathered her resolve. Her heart beat a little faster. Last night’s events still echoed in her chest—his harsh words, his anger, the fire in his eyes. But beneath all that, she’d caught a glimpse. A flicker. Something that wasn’t hatred.
Mirabella Rensford
*Stepped out*
The living room was empty. She looked around, her eyes scanning every corner—no sign of him
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Daisy
Haha me when I have to write an answer again my political views for good marks....
2025-04-05
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