Nuru's POV
After Damien’s dramatic exit, I paced around my room wondering if he would make good on his threat.
I strained to hear his footsteps fading away, but the heavy breathing outside my door persisted. I couldn’t help but wonder who lingered there, silently bearing witness to our heated argument.
I waited anxiously, the ticking of the clock marking the passing seconds, until a hesitant knock broke the silence.
Opening the door, I found none other than Emma standing before me. I couldn’t deny her impeccable acting skills as she entered with an apologetic demeanor, insisting that I needed to choose a designer from the brochures and catalogs she had left behind.
She should have been an actress, she is good, Lyra mocked, still irritated from our earlier fight with Damien.
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