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Chapter 35

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JOAN'S POV

I woke up to the sound of soft murmurs and the click of heels against the floor. My eyes fluttered open, and I was immediately greeted by a group of women surrounding my bed.

It took a moment for my brain to catch up to what was happening. Was I still dreaming?

"Good morning, Miss Joan," a voice said from the foot of my bed.

I blinked, trying to make sense of the scene in front of me. Standing in the center was Miss Sullivan, who had a smile on her face.

"Good morning, ma'am" I murmured.

"Time to get up. We’ve got a lot to do today."

“W-what?” I mumbled, still groggy.

I looked at the women standing around me. All of them smiled as though they had been waiting for this moment their entire lives. These women were glamorous looking. With their lovely looks, designer dresses, perfectly styled hair, flawless make up- they looked like they had just stepped out of a magazine.

Who are they? What are they they doing here?

Ms Sullivan spoke up again "These ladies are your glam
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