Chapter Seventy Five
Flashback “So, which one? Fiery red or blinding silver?” Rupert dug his teeth in the apple lodged in his left palm and slowly chewed on the crunchy fruit. He ground the fruit animatedly rather than mechanically. Each time his teeth met the grounded piece of fruit, a crunching sound emanated from his mouth, filling his chamber. The activity was loud and obnoxious; it was also premeditated. Brianna hated it when someone chewed loudly, especially him. “Are you enjoying yourself?” Rupert gave Brianna a slight nod and bit into his apple again. He crushed the piece of fruit with an excessive force and proceeded to grind it loudly, irritatingly. Brianna glared at Rupert, who remained utterly unfazed. She was holding up two gorgeous dresses, each one a part of her personality. Brianna was un
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