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Cecil groaned as she tried to fit into her dress. Not the legs or the thighs, just the sudden bloating that had her angry and out of shape.

“Fucking period!” She cursed under her breath as the stylist she called tried to drag the dress up her stomach. “Just had to come at the wrong time.”

I focused on twirling the teabag inside the cup of hot water for her, trying my best not to say any wrong word.

I did feel pity for her, being super excited about the festival and her mate, and then suddenly having her period. I couldn't even suggest staying home because I knew that would hurt more than the period cramps did.

I mean, she really prepared for it, she brought the idea of going to London to pick out a dress for me because she wanted me to be as excited as she was, she knew I wasn't that thrilled about the festival because surely, I wouldn't fuck Damon just because the religion and festival demanded it.

Every fighting couples were expected to mate on the heat festival, it was like a ritua