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Chapter Twelve- Wicked is the Rich
Descending the steps of this Hollywood Hotel, Serena was a changed woman. She no longer held a hope for the goodness of even the darkest hearted men that her naive heart once believed. Instead, she wore the events of the last several minutes on a deadpanned expression and glazed eyes of tragedy having met with a forlorn dip of her lips positioned into a steady frown. Immediately, her eyes met with Paolo and watched his own excitement drip into anxiousness upon his own complexion as she theorized what his thoughts must have been at this moment, seeing her decline the steps without a single one of her belongings. Although she knew him very little, she knew enough to know that this look of disappointment on his own face had been from the realization that they were not escaping Hollywood tod
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