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My lips parted, but no words could come out of it. I just sat there, my eyes fixed on Florian's smile, the TV in the background acting like some sort of reminder of what I had gotten myself into. I stood up slowly, then walked past Florian and towards the TV. It showed herds of reporters, and Damien tried his best to push through them. He was still wearing the suit I had seen him in earlier, and I wondered what my parents thought right now. What they would be feeling. Would they finally take me back? Would they believe everything I had said? I turned, and Florian was behind me, his hand tucked into his pockets, his eyes cold as he looked down at me. "Did... did you do this?" He looked up to the TV, then to me. "I wish I had." "Florian." "Let's face it, Rox. He slept with prostitutes