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PORSHA'S POV I glanced down at my reflection in mirror. My makeup was spot on, but yet a splinter of doubt rose in my chest. Probably because I didn't fancy the color red or because I think Leviathan is plotting something. He was way too quick to accept my offer, what if he is planning to ridicule me infront of my parents. “Are you okay Porsha? " Anne questioned upon noticing my troubled expression. “No Anne. I'm worried," I confessed sincerely, knowing fully well I can't lie to her even if I tried. Anne ducked by my side, a frown creeping to her face as she asked. “What is the problem Porsha? Did Leviathan do something wrong again?" “Not yet, but I know he is plotting something," I informed, my tone laced with worry. Anne lets out a small sigh, before returning to her feet. “
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