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Kiara's pov:

Just as she was about to step her in, I trapped her foot with the door.

"Ouch!" She flinched.

"I'm so sorry, just give me a minute. Step back a little," I apologized, adjusting the door for her to remove her leg. I rested my head on the door, so she wasn't able to see me clearly.

She grumbled and pulled her leg out. I shut the door immediately, running over to the bed to get my wig.

It wasn't there.

It wasn't anywhere.

"shit! Where are you? come out wigg...I need you…." I murmured needly, my eyes scanning the entire room like a weapon detector. Except I wasn't looking for a weapon but a fucking postiche.

Frankly speaking, if I was the wig, I would rather not come out. After all, she had hurled me infuriatingly at the wall last night.

After some minutes, I sighted a little ginger colored hair behind the blue silk curtains. Smiling, I picked it up, dusting it carefully as I sauntered towards the framed reflecting surface, forgetting someone was waiting in front of the door
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