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Chapter 53

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After breakfast, I headed upstairs to get ready for work, my mind still reeling from the unexpected warmth of the morning. As I knotted my tie, I could hear laughter drifting up from the kitchen - Amelia and Greece, still chatting and giggling as they cleaned up. The sound was foreign in this house, but not unwelcome.

I made my way back downstairs, briefcase in hand, pausing at the kitchen doorway. Amelia was at the sink, sleeves rolled up as she washed dishes, while Greece dried them, both still wearing their flour-covered aprons. They were in the middle of some story, Greece's eyes sparkling as she gestured animatedly with a dish towel.

"...and then he just stood there, covered head to toe in mud, trying to look dignified!" Greece finished, dissolving into giggles.

Amelia threw her head back, laughing so hard she had to grip the edge of the sink. "Oh my God, I can just picture it! Please tell me there are photos!"

"Sadly, no," Greece said, wiping tears of laughter fro
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Dchenemi
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Katherine Scanlon
Crossing my fingers Greece comes clean about Bertha’s treatment of her. He doesn’t listen to Amelia since Bertha filled his head with lies and he’s blinded by his love so maybe he’ll believe Greece.
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