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Chapter 68

VESTA'S POV

A groan escaped my lips as I shifted on the plush couch, the throbbing in my ankle a constant, unwelcome companion. Three days cooped up inside was enough to drive anyone insane, and apparently, I wasn't anyone. Boredom gnawed at me like a persistent rodent. I flipped through a magazine for the hundredth time, the articles blurring together in a meaningless collage.

A knock on the door startled me. "Come in," I called out, tossing the magazine aside.

The door creaked open and Diana, poked her head in. A wide grin stretched across her face as she held up a plate piled high with cookies. "Freshly baked chocolate chip," she announced, her voice dripping with delight. "Thought you could use a little pick-me-up."

"Diana, you shouldn't have," I protested weakly, but a smile tugged at the corners of my lips. The girl was a baking fiend, and her cookies were legendary.

She sashayed in, her eyes twinkling. "Nonsense, Lila. A sprained ankle is no excuse to miss out on life's little
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