Cindy Smith's Residence at the Gold Moon Pack
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Ivania’s POV
Valery was cunning and asked if we could stop by my apartment to change clothes. If we were going to the Astor gala, we had to do it in the right dresses. I had no problem accepting what was nothing more than a way to snoop even more into my facade, which was very well put together. I even had some supposed photographs of me with my parents hanging up, from when I was a child, a teenager, and a few more recent ones. All were taken at some of the most iconic sites of Goddesses Valley, and for which Mr. Darkwood used a professional designer who employed quite sophisticated AI tools.
"I think we’re the same size, don’t you think?" I asked Valery when I saw her examining some of those impressive samples of artificial intell
