CHAPTER 118: CALL ME PESSIMISTIC

After breakfast, we gather in the ballroom as usual.

You’d think I have leprosy with the way the girls give me a wide berth and sneer. Not that I have it in me to give a fuck.

The only two opinions that matter are Eliza’s and Lara's, and I’m too busy mapping out the difficult conversation that nee...

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