"Miss Hudson, we have prepared a corpse identical to you, just as you requested. It will be delivered to your wedding with Mr. Warhol in ten days."Hearing the voice on the other end of the line, Violet Hudson felt a small knot of tension unwind inside her."Alright. Thank you.""You're welcome. This is our job. Please rest assured—no one will ever suspect a thing."With that guarantee, she exhaled, the weight on her chest easing just a little.After confirming the final details once more, she ended the call and pushed open the door to the private room.The noise inside had been a constant hum, a mix of voices overlapping, but the moment she stepped in, silence fell like a curtain.Grayson Warhol, seated at the center, stood up at once. Taking her hand, he looked at her with deep concern and signed, "Violet, you were in the restroom for so long. Are you feeling unwell? Let's go home now."He moved to lead her away.Looking at the way his eyes held nothing but her, Violet suppr
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