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Andrea’s POV

Mila dragged me towards two empty places with mirrors and unused hair dryers left on the table in front of them. She walked over to the racks and took two towels then came back to me, silently handing me one without answering my earlier question, which annoyed me to no end.

I started drying myself while still gazing at her curiously, waiting for a reasonable explanation. I don’t know why something told me she doesn’t just break her own advice for anyone new who comes here and gets in trouble. Damian was surprised himself that she opened her mouth to try and stop him from hurting me further. So why me?

She seemed lost in thought as she distractedly dried her self up along with her long, jet black hair.

There was a comb and a round brush next to the hair dryer. I picked up the comb after discarding the towel on the ground and started to work on the various knots in my hair, giving up on getting an answer to my question.

“You remind me of me when I first came here” she s