Chapter 52

• The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room as I stood before the mirror, grappling with a whirlwind of emotions. Victor's message about his departure to the meeting echoed in my mind, stirring a sense of apprehension that threatened to consume me.
• "Who are you scared of, Chloe?" I whispered to my reflection, the words a silent challenge to the fears that held me back. With a determined exhale, I reached for my phone, dialing my hairstylist's number with a sense of urgency. She arrived promptly, her skilled hands weaving magic as she transformed my brunette locks into a cascade of golden blond.
• Dressed in a striking red suit gown, I felt a surge of confidence wash over me as I applied a touch of makeup, opting for a simple yet elegant look. With each stroke of the brush, I felt a renewed sense of purpose take hold—a resolve to confront my past head-on and emerge stronger for it.