CHAPTER SIXTY FOUR

—JASMINE

As Enora leaves the room, I watch her go with a sense of gratitude.

She's just helped me enjoy a warm, relaxing bath, and even assisted me in changing into something comfortable.

Now, with my little ones tucked away in bed, fast asleep, I decided to indulge myself in a different kind of relaxation.

I pick up Aurora's diary, its leather cover soft and worn, and settle in for a quiet evening of reading.

I'm so glad Enora helped me get my hands on this; I was starting to think I'd never get the chance to peek inside.

And I hope she did it secretly, without anyone else's knowledge.

As I open the diary and begin to read the first page, I can feel my heart beating in my throat, pounding out a rhythm of anticipation and trepidation.

Holy crap!

I can feel my pulse quickening, my breath catching in my chest, as I delve deeper into the diary's secrets. The room around me fades away, and all that's left is the book under my eyes and the pages written by Aurora.

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—July 2nd

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