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Moments later, Andra paced back and forth in her bedroom, furious about Dominic's SMS.

How dare he think that he could tell her what to do? How dare he tell her what to do? Gosh. She didn't blame him. She blamed her father for all this.

Once again, she also blamed herself for not having any means of income. She blamed herself more than her father for being dependent on him. Imagine a stranger now telling her what to do. She felt like breaking something even though she was not a violent person.

She stopped pacing as Molly entered the bedroom and observed her demeanor. Molly's eyes settled on the wall clock pointedly, forcing Andra's eyes to go there as well. The time was 4:30 pm.

"What is it?" she snapped, turning on Molly.

"It's almost time."

"Time for what?"

"Time for whatever has been keeping you pacing about in anger."

"Look, I don't have a problem with keeping up appearances. But I do have a problem with being told what to do. Why would he look down on my dressing?"

"Andra, I thin
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