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TWENTY FOUR
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2025-04-01 07:30:49ALAYNA’s POV
(The events take place simultaneously during Ezra’s tactical meeting)
I step out of Ezra’s bedroom and collide with Sarah.
“Ooof!” She drops the laundry bag and immediately bows. “Luna, my apologies. I did not see you come out of the door….” Her words trail off as she stares at me, her hand scratching her head. “Are you going out dressed in that?”
I look down and feel my cheeks burn crimson red. I had found a plain black button-up shirt in Ezra's closet, it hangs modestly all the way to my knees. I had nothing to wear, not after my dress was torn in two by Ezra last night, and certainly not when my panties were soaked through and through.
“I brought you a fresh set of clothes, but I think you look nice, just as you are,” Sarah gives me a knowing smile and before I can reach out for the laundry bag, she nudges it away fr
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