*Olivia Jillian Hunters’ POV*
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I sighed in frustration, shaking my head because of my dearest burglar’s carelessness. There were shoes’ dirt tracks on the white tiled floor, heading to the dumb blonde’s hiding place, and it was why Mimi knew someone could have been hiding inside my walk-in closet. And she’s not wrong.
I ran back to where Sydney could be, and I saw Mimi with a broom in her hold had been slowly peeking at my hanging dresses and jackets and opening closets here with the hopes to find the thief she was looking for.
Hmm, where could Syd have hidden?
“Sydney? Where are you?” I called out my companion, and I chuckled as I realized she wouldn’t answer me. Oh, I know what she had been thinking now, that I am the dumbass one.
“Don’t bother answering, Syd. And oh, don’t be
