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Chapter seventeen

  I remained frozen and motionless. Just staring into the deceit of my reflection. It couldn't be. But no matter the lie I tried to tell myself, as my brain cells continued to diligently work, my reflection was all that stared back.

"Um...Miss Alva?" The stylist coughed. I looked in her direction. She was by the door, holding it open for me. I felt a prick of guilt tear through me realizing I had been too carried away by my new improved self to make this woman's job easier. Numbly, I walked through and went out into the reception area.

Nikolas was there, sitting on a chair made available with his eyes glued to the watch on his wrist.

"Mr. Sica." The stylist was sure to call his attention.

Nikolas straightened his back and his gaze went my way as I continued to approach him. I noticed his eyes pop out in shock as his gaze lingered.

"Alva?" The disbelief in his voice was e

Samuelade

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