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• She wore white. A dress that pooled so long it devoured her toes, the kind that made her look like she floated rather than walked. Yellow heels peeked from beneath the hem, matching the bright shine of her MK bag.
• She looked beautiful. God, she always looked beautiful. Elegant, polished, untouchable. The kind of beauty that mocked you for daring to breathe in her presence.
• Her heels clicked rhythmically against the floor, like a clock ticking down the seconds of my life, each one dragging her closer.