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101. When Control Slips

Author: Juri Ann
last update publish date: 2026-05-31 14:36:28

Catherine's POV

I'm standing in front of the mirror…half dressed, half stressed, and fully annoyed…because this dress clearly has a personal problem with me. It went on just fine, no drama, no warning, and now the zipper has decided it’s going to act stubborn for absolutely no reason.

I twist a little, reach behind, try again, and get nowhere.

“Wow,” I mutter under my breath. “So this is how I go out…defeated by a piece of fabric.”

I try again, stretching my arm in a way that probably looks ri
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