*** Quick authors note! This chapter does contain mention of drugs and addiction! Please read according to your limits and safety. Everyone should have a responsible, safe, happy time here <3 love you! ***

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Rule Three of "Robin's How-To-Survive-A-Horror-Movie-Guide": Hit back 

The studio was bustling with all sorts of energy. As I walked into the darkened set, it reminded me of the day I met Antonia Crawley for the first time. Interns and managers were striding from place to place in a hurry, footsteps could be heard from all corners of the building, and there seemed to be an endless flow of food and coffee tables. At the center of it all, Antonia was standing over a lamp-lit table and a script.

As we approach her, Maizy clears her throat and puts on her best smile, "Good morning, Antonia." 

Her voice pulls the director from her script, and she smiles genuinely at Maizy, "Good---" Antonia spots me, and stumbles. Then recapturing her sophisticated composure, she exhales and finishes, "---morning, ladies. Welcome to set, we've just finished setting up and are getting ready to start the first scene of the day." 

 "What scene are we beginning with?" I asked unthinkingly.

Maizy scowled, like I really had lost it, and whispered sternly, "Seriously, Amelia, are you a teenager or a professional? One would think you'd had a breakdown as well as a breakup." 

The response stuns me, both for its severity and its candor. My stomach lurches, and I get this swirling feeling of being a little kid scolded by my teacher. Until I remember that, every time I reveal how distracted I've been lately, I inadvertently convince Maizy that Robin and I broke up yesterday. 

My heart rate steadies, and I feel my anxieties start to recede in waves. However, it doesn't stop the sweat from beading on my palms or cool the hot flush of blood in my face at being publicly scolded. 

Don't feel hurt, Leah. I reassure myself mentally, steeling up my nerves. You can do this. Play the game. 

I expected to leave things on that awkward note, until Antonia snapped back in an equally stern tone, surprising all three of us, "Perhaps, some compassion and understanding are in order? Considering we have played a big part in our writer's troubles."

Maizy is gob smacked, not sure how to respond. Meanwhile, Antonia looks at me with that same affectionate gaze she had when we first met, and says, "We're filming the ending first, and working our way back. It won't be chronologically filmed, but there is a schedule. I can explain it to you as we go." 

 Antonia shakes off her anger and reaches for me. She takes me by the arm and pulls me to her side, "Don't worry about a thing, Leah. Just lend your insights when you have them. Drink all the coffee you want and come to me with questions." 

Her warm brown eyes harden like stone when she looks at Maizy, but she's still speaking to me when she says, "This is your story. You tell me how you want it to be told." 

Ice coats the walls, scraping up against my skin and causing chills as the Producer and the Director glare at each other. Maizy folds her arms and cocks and eyebrow, but Antonia doesn't look dogged. In fact, there is a friendly, if not motherly, expression on her face when she looks back at Maizy. It's the kind of look you give someone you've known for years, one that says Go on then, say something. It doesn't change my mind. 

I've seen that look a thousand times from Desi, which makes me wonder just how deep Antonia and Maizy's friendship goes. While it wouldn't exactly be a pairing I would expect, given that Antonia seems like a good person and Maizy makes it her job to bring everyone to tears, there was something about the way Maizy rolled her eyes and walked away that had me second guessing Antonia's influence. Something Antonia notices when she looks back at me. 

"She's..." Her words drift off and Antonia sighs exasperatedly, "Well, never mind her. Let's just get to work." 

The day starts out slowly, then rapidly picks up speed as a rhythm is formed between the crew and the actors. Robin did his work diligently, masking any sort of internal feeling he might be having completely. 

Antonia met with him and Delynn frequently, speaking out notes and going over parts in the script. A script which was already so different from the one I was given at the rehearsal yesterday. Entire paragraphs were changed overnight, scenes and dialogue were taken out of context, and there was more than one addition to the screenplay that turned Isabella from a stable, bold, protagonist, who wants to help her friend to a whiny, petulant, love interest that thinks of only herself. 

 I glanced at Maizy more than once, irritated by the dialogue change when it reflected my words to her instead of Isabella's thoughts. She just smiled at me smugly, proud of herself for turning my beautiful novel into a cheap reenactment of my monumental failures.

She turned to me, especially pleased, during the ending scene when Delynn turns to the sky, addressing her unyielding misfortune, and says, "Stop playing at me! You won, alright? I know I'm dead, I know I can't have him. Stop being so cruel!" 

My embarrassment was palpable, and I turned to stare at her in disbelief. She just smiled innocently. 

It seemed a bit narcissistic to me that she should insert herself into the story as a metaphor for fate but given that my novel had been thrown out the window and recreated to torment me for the rest of my life, Maizy's inclusion was pivotal.

"You didn't have to be so precise with the wording." I grumbled quietly, sinking sulkily into my director's chair with embarrassment. "I was feeling emotional." 

Antonia, who caught the last part, whispered, "Did you have a note?" 

I sighed, hopelessly, "Millions." 

After the scene Antonia and I met with Robin and Delynn, which turned out to be another unexpected hurdle. 

Of course, Robin warned me that he would be acting differently around me today. That he would have to sell the "break-up" just as much as me. However, there was a moment when I felt genuinely nervous, thinking we might have actually broken up and I just somehow forgot about it.

When Antonia and I approached the two of them with notes, he brushed by me with an angry indifference, only breaking his eyeline to glance at me for a moment. Delynn was right behind him, not looking particularly pleased, but not looking upset either. 

Her eyes sought me out with false compassion, and she patted my arm tenderly, "I'll talk to him." Then she all but sashayed away to meet him at the snack table, where he was pouring himself a cup of coffee.

My stomach roiled with a sour taste watching her trail after him, touch his arm, coo at him like they were life-long friends, and I was the pitiable one here. Jealously, bright green and terribly fierce in her rage, almost drove me to stand between them and ruin everything. 

That was until I saw Robin pour cream into his coffee.

Trying to sober up my expression when they started walking back, Delynn curled up at my side and looked at me meaningfully, "See? He's coming around. It's going to be fine." 

Robin joined us, looking agitated and combative, but he listened to all our notes quietly. Delynn argued about the essence of her character, demanding that she be given a more emotional reach, but heeded Antonia when directed to be more serious and mature. 

The whole time I stared at the paper coffee cup in Robin's hand, feeling like my heart was going to beat right through my chest and leap into his arms. His eyes lingered on me for an instant, but when they did, they were extraordinarily expressive. And my natural understanding of his gaze made me realize I really, really, really, liked him. In fact, ... I was downright in love with him.

Right before they left, Robin took a drink off the lid and pulled a face. Then he turned to Delynn, "Did you see me put cream in this?" 

She nodded, "Over there. I was surprised you did." Then her brows pulled in, as if understanding him better than himself, "But you did seem a bit distracted." 

Robin took another drink, as if to see if he could handle it, then pulled another face, "Whatever. Let's go." 

Then as they walked by, he pressed the cup into my hands. "Do something with this." 

Antonia frowned at him, and reached to take it from me, "I can take that to the trash for you." 

I shook my head, holding the cup to my chest. This time there was no need to pretend I was inconsolable when I whispered softly, "It's good coffee. It'd be a waste to throw it away." 

It wasn't a trick of the light when I saw Antonia smile a bit. She nodded, and replied quietly, "Yes, it would." Then she reached into the cup holder of my chair and grabbed my already full coffee cup sitting there and drank it until it was empty, "I'll just take this one then. Seems like you've finished it." 

I pretended not to beam when I found Robin's eyes from across the room. He glanced around quickly, then winked at me, both of us knowing he had secretly made me coffee, just how I liked it, and found a way to give it to me.

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The rest of the day seemed to volley between rushing and dragging, and by the time we had our first break, it was already 5 pm. My back ached, my stomach was sour with too much coffee and pastries, and there was a maddening twitch in my bottom eyelid. 

Antonia, seeing my struggle to stay awake, asked me to retrieve something from her office.

"Take your time finding it, we've got an hour to rest," She said, flipping through the next set of scenes, "It's there somewhere. Near the couch I'd bet." 

It took everything I had not to go sprinting off in that direction, desperate to take a nap. Instead, I grabbed my bag from the back of my chair, made myself a proper sandwich, grabbed a bottle of water, and took a short walk outside in the fading sun to stretch my muscles a bit before heading that way. 

Despite the Deja vu it caused to walk down the hall toward her office, I felt steadier than ever. Antonia was just as I had remembered, and although I knew I couldn't fully trust her, I knew that she wasn't Delynn or Maizy. She was just doing her best to navigate the two of them like the rest of us. 

Working on the last bites of my sandwich, I took a long drink from my water, then paused when I heard voices coming from Delynn's dressing room.

"Brings back old memories, right?" Delynn spoke tenderly. 

"If you're going to reminisce," Robin responded, not bothering to hide his irritation. "I'm going to leave. Either rehearse for the next scene or stop talking." 

I edge up to the door and bend down like I'm tying my shoe. Leaning my ear in, I furrow my eyebrows down, as if that makes me hear better over the pile of sandwich in my mouth. 

Delynn sighs, dejectedly. And I believe her when she murmurs back, "You don't have to be so... cold. I'm trying here, okay? I'm really trying to find a way to make it up to you." 

"Fine, we'll practice right before the shoot." I hear Robin stand up, and the shuffle of his feet as he comes toward the door. "Works for me." 

"Wait!" There's a beat of silence, "I'm sorry. Let's rehearse. I won't talk about it anymore." 

Leave anyway. I internally plead, chewing, and swallowing the rest of my sandwich furiously. Don't stay in there when it pains you.

Part of me wonders if I should interrupt just to give him an excuse. I could pretend to mistake Delynn's door for Antonia's and walk in. The door is already cracked open, it would be believable of me, right?  Robin would be able to walk away without causing an uproar. 

Nodding to myself, I stand up and reach for the handle, but right before I grab it a hand falls on my shoulder and pulls me back. Flipping around, I find Maizy pitching her evil eyes at me. 

She yanks me away from the door, whispering, "Leave it alone." 

I don't have any retort, or excuse, so all I can do is glower at her and speak honestly, "He's uncomfortable." 

"He's an adult." She fires back, "He doesn't need you fighting his battles for him anymore. He never did." 

This is true. I must acknowledge it, and she knows it. 

Maizy folds her arms over her chest, looking angry. Then, suddenly she gets a light expression and takes a deep breath, "You know what, Leah. Go ahead. Open the door and insert yourself in his world again..." 

I hesitate, waiting for the other shoe to drop. 

"It makes no difference." She gestures to the two of them, shaking her head, "They're end game. I have orchestrated every moment since before the scandal. I filled her head with ideas about him from the beginning, I had you take him away to make her mad for more, and I turned her into a love-struck addict instead of what she was. One substance for another. Isn't that how it goes?" 

When my eyebrows furrow, her eyes widen, "Oh my god, he still hasn't told you?" 

My silence is answer enough, and Maizy shakes her head as if this is a game she's won a million times, like the pieces are falling together better than she could have imagined, "I pity you, Leah. I really do. You are playing with people so beyond your level... Liars with secrets. no wonder you're so confused all the time." 

Her hands fall to her sides, and she laughs quietly, "I don't even have to do anything. You'll deceive yourself!"  Then Maizy sighs victoriously, "Delynn's a recovering drug addict. You idiot. That's what he's hiding from you. He took her to all her dens, covered all her habits, and financed all her fantasies just so he could have a taste of her when he pleased. All I did by sending that PI to her green room that night was expose them for it." 

"Your prince charming is nothing more than a deviant and a fraud," Her face takes on a mean look, "And Delynn is his dirty secret. His pet--" 

It happened so fast, that when I pulled my fist back, I staggered. A familiar pain erupted over my knuckles and a smothering, burning, heat fanned over my throat and chest. Maizy cried out, hitting the floor, and holding her nose. Her hair spilled over the floor, blood spilling out over her mouth and dribbling down her chin. 

The door to Delynn's dressing room flew open, revealing Robin. His eyes found Maizy on the ground and then flew to me. Delynn peeled out from under his arm, pushing her way to the crying woman on the floor. 

"She punched me!" Maizy cried, frantically. "That bitch just punched me!" 

"Oh my god," Delynn gasped, trying to help Maizy sit up and find something to stop the bleeding. A radio beeps as Delynn speaks into it anxiously. Maizy piles herself up against the wall, moaning.

I knew Robin was staring at me, but I couldn't move. I was frozen, captured by my own anger, and glaring furiously at Maizy. I couldn't move, because I knew if I even flinched, then I would descend on her like a madwoman. I would fully, and wholly.... beat the hell out of her. 

As if she can hear my thoughts, Maizy slides her eyes up to mine. The cool, nasty look of them snaps my last nerve and I dive for her. 

Maizy screams, throwing up her hands right as arms band around my torso. My body is snatched backward, away from Maizy, and I vaguely feel my heels dragging on the ground. My glare sharpens on her. 

"Leah!"

Somebody is restraining my movements as the lights grow bright and all sound drowns out. My heart beats in my ears, blood rushing like a flood. Then it all starts to go dim and my breath feels thick and thin all at once. A pair of arms fall around me, and I'm lifted off my feet and thrown over the same person's shoulder. His shoulder. 

 "Calm down, try to breathe." I heard Robin's voice for a moment before everything went quiet. 

The floor spins under me. That's when I pass out. 

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When I wake up, I'm in Antonia's office with a bag of ice resting over my knuckles. Antonia is sitting across from me in a plushy chair, dozing off with her chin in her hand. My eyes look around, searching for Robin, but no one else is in the room. Instead, I find my bag open on the floor and my notebook and my lucky pen sitting out on the coffee table. There's a pink sticky note poking out between the pages. 

I sit up slowly, take the book into my lap, opening it with my free hand to the marked page.

*Rule Four of "Robin's How-To-Survive-A-Horror-Movie-Guide": Try NOT to lose it. Even when provoked.

*Added to my scrappy little bad-ass's notebook, just now, by Robin himself.  

P.S. Great form ;) unbelievably sexy.

The bottom of my stomach falls out as I remember what just happened, and I gasp loudly. Antonia startles awake, looking around before she finds me. When she does, a slow and great smile flows over her lips and she laughs.

"Welcome back. Feel better?" 

"Please, tell me that didn't happen. I didn't punch her... Did I?" 

I wince when she nods, raising her eyebrows impressively, "Oh, you unquestionably did." 

We looked at each other for an exceptionally long time. 

"... Am I fired?" 

"If it were up to me, you'd be knighted." 

"Oh my god." 

She laughs and gets up to sit by my side. Her hand pats my knee, and she says, "If you ever want a job in the horror industry, give me a call. I could use another vengeful spirit." 

As if on cue, I groan in regret from the bottom of my soul. Please let me disappear. 

Antonia's laughter echoes off the walls, and she leans back holding her stomach. Her eyes squeeze shut, and she shakes her head. Meanwhile I feel like vomiting up everything I've eaten today. Which, given how stressed I've been, is a lot. 

"Leah, honey," she says, once she's contained herself. "I have been in this business with Maizy Barker for a very long time. I know her well, better than she knows herself, and I can say with full certainty that I have NEVER seen her surprised!" 

Antonia cackles hysterically, "Until just now!!" 

Despite her riotous laughter, Antonia takes my hand very softly when I try to cover my face with it. Her eyes are gleaming with amusement, and there's a youth to her face that I've never seen before. A flush brightens her cheeks, and she sweeps her hair to the side, fixing it so it isn't as disheveled from sleeping. 

Then she sighs, calming down, and nods her head, "I'm sorry. You're right. I will be more composed." 

Except she snorts, just once after saying so, then clears her throat, "Alright. I'm done." 

"Aren't you friends with Maizy?" I gape, "How can you be this pleased at me...punching her?" 

She thinks about this for a long time, before leaning back and taking a deep breath, "Maizy and I have known each other since college. We've been friends, rivals, allies, and enemies over the course of our lives. Her nature is not an easy one to contend with, but with time I grew to have affection for her. Having history can do that when it comes to people. Our friends become a bit more like family... It's not easy to see them worsen, but it's harder to let them go knowing the one thing they need most is love. Whether they deserve it or not." 

"I chose to be a friend to Maizy a long time ago." Then Antonia narrows her eyes sternly on me, "That doesn't mean I don't want to punch her every once in a while, too. Especially after hearing her little speech in the hallway." 

A grey and angry expression clouds her face, and Antonia shakes her head, "I knew that she could go to great lengths, but to go so far as this... I am ashamed of her. I'm also ashamed of myself. I too rarely challenge her... or Delynn for that matter. I try too hard to keep the peace and it's caused a lot of pain." 

"I didn't know you heard everything." My face creases, and I shake my head frowning, "I thought we were alone." 

She offers a faint smile, "Remember what I said about this place? The walls like to listen. It's like a haunted house. I just happened to be standing by the right wall today. I was coming to make sure you were alright." 

"I was also standing by that wall." I admit, thinking of how I crouched next to Delynn's door. "I shouldn't have eaves dropped. Then none of this would have happened." 

Both our eyes fall to our hands, and I sigh, whispering, "Still, I'm sorry you had to hear her talk about Delynn like that. She shouldn't have said those things, even if it was just to rile me up." 

Antonia's head snaps up and she lifts her eyebrows sternly, "Oh no, Maizy was right, Delynn does have substance issues... I was speaking about Robin. He has been nothing but a friend to my daughter. To me. And we've betrayed that repeatedly." 

"W-what?" It feels like the air is sucked from the room. 

She bows her head solemnly, "It started early. Earlier than I expected since she always seemed so self-composed. I could never get a reaction out of her that she didn't want to give... something I was originally proud of given our family's history as actors..." 

"However," Antonia slumps into the couch and takes a deep breath, "Despite her stubborn nature, Delynn has always been co-dependent. Her emotions are strong, her desires intense, and her mind rigid... but her will is weak. She doesn't resist these things very well. When she started to gain more fame, it went to her head. She wanted to fit this image of a true Hollywood star, and, by the time the movie with Robin was undergoing writing, she had developed a full-blown drug habit..." 

I shift to face her, and she squeezes my hand, "Maizy knew, of course. I've always confided in her... Afterall, I grew to see that it was useless to hide things. She promised to help me, that she would save Delynn and her career. That's when Robin was brought on..." 

Her eyes soften and she beams a bit at me, as if remembering fondly, "He was fresh out of university. Just a kid. We watched his audition tapes and some of his work from college. Independent films and short films... but he was good. Really good." Antonia shakes her head, "I will work every day of my life to make up for what was done to him. To that kid." 

I want to ask what happened. For the millionth time I want to ask what happened. 

This time I don't have to. 

"He was rapidly adored, as if Maizy had plucked him like a gold string from a coat, she called him her diamond in the rough. The dark horse of horror.  Producers were lining up to meet him, Directors were jotting his number down on napkins and scraps of paper... It was feverish. He was a genuine rising- star." 

She shakes her head sadly, "Delynn, of course, immediately sought him out. He was new and exciting for her. Better yet, he was kind. Not like the young men she had been surrounding herself with. The two of them developed a genuine friendship. In fact, Robin might be the only friend Delynn has ever had. He never asked anything of her fame, never demanded roles from me, never even talked about the business when they were together...

Eventually, she grew to rely on him for everything. Too many things. She called him at all hours of the night to pick her up from dangerous places, forced him to drag her from terrible situations where he had to see things he never should have seen, and then she'd get angry and guilt him into dropping her off somewhere else where the cycle would repeat...I should have interfered at once...but I admit, Leah, that I wanted him to stay. Selfishly, I hoped he would fall in love with her and she for him. That he would somehow show her the better things in life and keep her safe..."

"Instead," Antonia clears her throat, and nods, "Instead, the three of us: Delynn, Maizy, and I, dragged him down into a pit so dark he had little hope of rising out of it again." 

When she looks at me, tears are brimming in her eyes, "That week, the week the scandal photo was taken, Delynn had complained to me that someone was following her. She went on about it, saying that it had been going on for days. It was driving her to the point of desperation. I knew it was. She couldn't go out in secret like she had been with someone on her tail, but she kept telling me she was fine, that it was a good thing. That she wouldn't break the promise she made me to stay clean for the movie. That night, she suddenly asked if she could borrow my car to clear her head... I trusted her against my instincts. I gave her the keys... then I called Robin." 

I can feel my own dread start to settle in my stomach. Antonia's palm starts to sweat in my hand, and I grip it tighter, knowing that if there was one thing I could do, it was to be there for her. Her lips twitch up, then suddenly deepen into a frown. 

"He answered after the first ring. Already concerned. I told him she had gone out, that I was worried, and wondered if he could just check in on her from time to time." Her voice wavered, "The next thing I know he's calling me at two in the morning, music blaring through the phone... I have her. He spoke over the noise. She's bad. It's bad. We're going to the studio to sober up. I'll check in. Then he hung up. An hour later, Delynn was calling me in tears, saying that she had ruined everything. That she was in trouble and didn't know what do to... So, I called Maizy." 

Concealing my reaction, I take a deep breath, "Did you know that she sent the personal investigator?" 

Antonia nods, and I feel my stomach curdling, "How could you not warn him?" 

A tear slips from her eyes, but she's quick to wipe it away. There's a resolution to her face now, a solid acceptance, "I asked Maizy to put a tail Delynn so that I would know what she was up to. So, I would know if she was telling me the truth. The information was only supposed to come back to me and her. It was never supposed to be sold to the tabloids... but Maizy took advantage of it, saying the investigator was going to sell the story. She convinced me that there was only one way to save the movie and Delynn's reputation." 

"You sold him out?" I exhaled, slowly taking my hand from hers. She notices me leaving but doesn't stop me. 

Instead, Antonia takes another deep breath, "I confessed to him. Everything. The four of us met at my house that night, and I laid it all out. He heard me out, listened to Maizy's plan, and at the end of the night agreed to take the fall for it. I still don't know why he did. I can't say I would have... but then again, I did a lot of things I know someone like him..." 

She fades and meets my eyes earnestly, "Someone like you would not have done." 

"Maizy took the information, and the agreement, and she twisted it up into a sensational rumor. It gained traction for the movie, covered up Delynn's relapse, and concealed our involvement. Meanwhile, Robin was thrown to the wolves... When he started to be rejected from roles due to the rumor, he asked Delynn to tell the truth. Our movie was over, things were stable, and she had entered rehab. He came to her, vulnerable, completely desperate for friends. His whole life, everything he worked for, had been corrupted in a matter of pages. Even his old professors turned against him. And my daughter... Delynn... She turned her back on him." 

"She did nothing?" I echo in disbelief. "After everything?" 

Antonia shakes her head, "She didn't do "nothing," Leah. It would have been better if she had. She disowned him. She mocked him. She was so ashamed of what she had done, that she tried to make him think that the story was true. That he was really a monster who deserved to be forgotten. I think that's what genuinely broke his heart. What made him walk away from it all." 

"After rehab," She draws herself up, "and ongoing therapy, Delynn realized her mistake. She begged me to help her make it up to him. I, of course, had my own guilt to assuage, and agreed. So, when Maizy had you on her show, pledging to make a movie of your book, we were quick to think of him. However, he was not experienced in romance movies, so the plan seemed pointless... then, as if you two were bound by fate, he was hired by you for the research project... The rest, I believe you know." 

I nodded, swallowing hard. Shifting the bag of ice on my hand, which was now melted, I tried to organize my thoughts. But only one question came to mind. 

"Does she really love him?" I asked, embarrassed by my own curiosity. That, out of everything she had said, that is what I want to know. "I mean... Is she telling the truth about wanting to fix things? I want to believe her but...do you think she ever loved him? Sincerely?" 

That foreign heartache, my hidden parallel to Delynn and her desperate lies toward Robin, remained in me since our talk which stabbed my conscience. I wanted to understand her, moreover, I wanted to find her redeemable... Maybe if she really loved Robin, if she really regretted it, and her attempts at forgiveness were honorable, I could also forgive the part of me that lied and used Levi all those years ago. It wasn't the same. I knew that much. But, the residual ghost of my old self was, in a way, reflected in her. Wasn't it? 

Was people-pleasing not also a compulsive act? Was I also not desperate for an unattainable image? Had I not been willing to hurt those around me for a moment of control, security, or satisfaction? 

If I was worthy of forgiveness, wasn't she? If she wasn't... Was I? 

Antonia examines my face, examines all that is there to see in my expression, and very slowly shakes her head, "She doesn't. She hasn't learned how... and for that I am responsible. To my daughter, love is equal to possession. She doesn't know what it is to give up anything in the spirit of true love." 

"But" She smiles a bit, and it wobbles, "I hope one day she will. And now I see that to do that, I must lead by example. I must take a page from your book." 

This catches my ear, and I stare at her, "What do you mean?" 

"I will confess it all." She says calmly, with that same elegant decorum as always, "The minute you ask me to. I will freely confess everything that I, that we, have done. I will set this whole mess straight." 

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Hello lovelies!!

Super LONG chapter! I know, so I'll keep this short! 

I just want to wish everyone a Happy New Year!! I'm so grateful and happy to start 2025 with you all <3 See you in the next chapter! 

With all my love, 

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