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Walking over Fire

Bianca

My anguish melted as I walked into Tiffany's dressing room. Is this fatherly love? Santiago must have gone mad to have constructed this type of dressing room for a ten year old girl.

The room was spacious, with high ceilings and large windows that allowed natural light to filter in. The walls were glittering and the floors were made of polished marble.

A magnificent dressing table sat in the centre of the room, it was adorned with a large mirror. An array of luxurious beauty products, including perfume bottles, hairbrushes, and compacts, clustered around the table.

Despite Tiffany's lameness, a plush, velvet-covered chaise lounge sat in one corner of the room.

"Bianca, come see my wardrobe. It's stashed with clothes." Tiffany's voice broke into my ears and I looked at her.

She signalled Deborah who was already standing by the wardrobe. She opened up the wardrobe and my mouth fell open in surprise.

"Wow!" I mouthed, covering my mouth.

The wardrobe was filled with an impressive
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