Chapter 47 Forty Seven

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The only light in the room were the brightness of our phone's screens and that of the TV. The TV had been muted while Grace and I idly worked on our phones.

"Woah," Grace put her phone before my face, "Sydney, look at this."

My gaze settled on the dress on the...

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