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Chapter 39
~AUTUMN~ Anya looks directly at me, and it almost seems like she knows I'm responsible for it. Who else at this table could have done it? There weren't supposed to be any witches amongst us. "Is that a death glare she's giving to you?" Clarissa asks in disbelief. She attempted to confront her, but I held her hand to prevent her from making a scene. Clarissa was not afraid to stand up for herself or those close to her. I was happy to know she was this fond of me. We were supposed to be having a peaceful dinner with the family. I didn't want to cause an uproar for everyone present, especially not in front of their parents. "I'll take you home," Dante tells her as he puts his arms around her. "I don't know what she's so upset about; she isn't the one that bought that dress," Clariss
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