This chapter is dedicated to Cameron_Woodbury_8928. You're my top reader at the moment.
Thank you for being here. 💞🌸🫶🏾
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After Madam left, Aire sat at the edge of her bed, facing the vanity mirror.
The room was quiet again. Just the way she likes it.
Her gaze drifted to the hairbrush resting neatly on the table. For a moment, she simply stared at it.
Then she sighed softly. Almost reluctantly.
Aire stood up. Her bare feet making no sound against the polished floor, as she walked to the door. She paused, listening.
There was nothing. No one was around, or close by.
Still, she turned the lock. The soft click echoed faintly in the silence as she locked the door.
Then, she return to her seat.
Her eyes fell back on the brush when she sat down. For a heartbeat, nothing happened. Then slowly, very slowly, Aire lifted her gaze.
The brush trembled slightly, as though something invisible had brushed against it.
Aire's expression didn't change.
Her eyes began to shift.
