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Twenty Five
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2026-07-17 03:42:26
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EVE’S POV “I would’ve followed my brother if I’d known you were going to audition,” Treasure said, as we came to a halt in front of the greenhouse, bathed in soft amber light from the descending sun. “Your brother?” I asked, raising a brow. “Yeah.” “Wait… did he also come to audition?” “Nah. You probably met him that day, though. He was on the panel.” I narrowed my eyes, trying to recall. “Wait—are you talking about that young guy? What was his name again?” “Felix,” Treasure answered with a proud grin. My jaw dropped slightly. “That was your brother?” “Yep.” “Like… your biological brother? Your actual mom gave birth to him?” “That’s right,” he chuckled, clearly amused at my surprise. “Told you he was attractive. I’m sure you gasped the moment you saw his face.” I tried to hide the laugh bubbling in my throat. “Yeah, right.” “Aww, don’t even try to act. No girl sees him and walks away unaffected. He’s got that charisma.” I gave a small shrug, not quite able to suppress
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EVE’S POV After breakfast, Mr. Adam stood from the table, dabbing the corners of his mouth with a napkin. “Would you like a tour of the villa?” he asked, flashing a warm smile.I nearly screamed. “I’d love that, sir.”We strolled quietly through the massive hallways, the silence between us oddly comforting. The scent of polished wood, faint garden roses, and something vintage lingered in the air as our footsteps echoed along marble floors. The house was a masterpiece—every corner carefully curated, from the gold-framed portraits to the intricate chandeliers.Eventually, Mr. Adam paused before a grand domed structure, its surface glistening in the late morning light.“Let’s step inside,” he said, pushing open the glass doors.I nodded as I followed him in and gasped softly. I hadn’t realized from the outside that it was a greenhouse. Inside, the air felt different—warmer, sweeter, more alive. Butterflies fluttered lazily between suspended flower baskets, and a stream trickled over s
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MORGANA’S POV It was exactly 12 noon. The dance studio echoed with the thump of bass-heavy music as my girls and I rehearsed our choreography. The mirrors reflected our synchronized movements, a vision of perfection—almost.Mr. Jefferson, our dance instructor, stood by the sound system, arms folded, watching every twist and flick of our bodies with hawk-like precision.Except for the girl on the far right—Katherine—we were killing it.He raised one hand, palm out. The universal signal. Pause.The music cut off, and the room fell into silence.“What now?” I asked, striding toward a chair and grabbing a bottle of water. My tone was casual, but laced with irritation.Jefferson cleared his throat politely. “I’m sorry, Miss Morgana. I just noticed something during that last set.”I arched a brow. “Something wrong with my performance? Didn’t I dance to your heart’s content” I asked with a smirk, already knowing the answer.“No, ma’am. You were exceptional as always.” He turned slowly to
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HENDRICKS POVAs we walked through the brightly lit hallway, I found myself casually asking Selena a few questions. Nothing too personal. Just enough to keep the moment from slipping into awkward silence. I learned her daughter had just auditioned. That surprised me. From the way she looked—so fresh-faced, vibrant—you’d never guess she was a mother.“So, I guess I’ll be on my way,” I said as we reached the main foyer.“Hmm, thanks once more,” she replied, her voice soft but sincere.“Alright, bye, Selena.”“Goodbye.”I turned and stepped out into the cool afternoon air, a faint smile still lingering on my lips. Behind me, I caught a glimpse of her hand raised in a gentle wave. She didn’t scream, didn’t giggle, didn’t lose composure—but I could tell she was reeling inside. That kind of silent awe? It doesn’t go unnoticed.I crossed the street and approached the black SUV waiting with tinted windows. Sliding in, I took my seat beside a figure whose entire face was obscured by a black
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