Chapter 12 Anne

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I looked at the dress sprawled on the bed—absolutely Claire’s style. I picked it up and scrutinized it. Everything about the dress screamed extravagance. It was a fitted red gown that flowed down, exuding elegance and class. The butterfly-cut neckline was bold. Paired with Louboutin heels, Bulgari accessories, and a Bottega Veneta clutch, it was a complete ensemble. I had spent enough time with Claire to gain a glimpse into the fashion world, as it was the only thing she ever seemed to talk about.

I discarded my clothes and stepped into the shower, my mind restless. Closing my eyes, flashes of running, covered in scratches, filled my head.

Gasping, I snapped back to reality and realized I was still in the tub. After drying off and applying lotion, I faced the mirror briefly, wrapped in a towel, and then quickly changed without looking at myself because I hated seeing the scars and branding engraved on my body. The harsh reality of all I was, ‘used and tossed’.

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