Isa scurried towards the bathroom mirror. Looking through it, she couldn't see any more lump under her eye bags. She traced and pressed the lump of skin on her face but couldn't find anything.“What the fuvk!!” She exclaimed, scrutinizing her face. She dimmed her eyelids through the mirror, searching for the traces but nothing popped up. She was amazed at how her face was gleaming in litheness.Is this a dream? She pinched her cheek so hard that it blotched. Maybe this is a dream. she mumbled and peeped through the small hole in the door, hoping that Linda hadn't left.Linda was bending over the edge of her bed, tucking the bedsheets in a smooth form.“Please, stop. I have maids who do take care of these chores.” Isa snarled and ran out from the bathroom. She wasn't in support of this strange woman touching her things.How did she even get inside her room in the first place? Didn't the guards or Douglas see when she entered? To Isa, it would have been better to be left alone than bein
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