MORANO Yara’s heavy words kept ringing loudly inside my head, repeating like a curse until the car finally came to a smooth stop in front of the grand pack house. “Excuse us,” I muttered deeply to the front seat. The driver nodded instantly and left the car, shutting the door behind him and leaving the two of us wrapped in a thick, suffocating silence. I stared straight ahead at the steering wheel, my jaw tightly clenched. “I just want to make this completely clear to you right now. Next time, do not wear or take anything that wasn’t directly handed over to you by me. I will forgive your little stunt just for today.” I kept my voice soft, dangerous, and perfectly level, refusing to turn my head to look at her. “Who actually owns that dress, Morano?” she asked sternly. She didn't shift her position in the seat at all, her eyes burning holes into the side of my face. “It doesn’t belong to Adriana,” I supplied coldly. “That is not what I asked you,” she fired back, her sh
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