My waist hurt from Oscar's weight. Getting up felt impossible, but I still managed.
Through the mirror in front of me, I could see Phoenix.
I didn't look at him upfront the last time I spotted him at the hotel entrance.
This was our first time seeing each other face to face after my prison time.
He was in a black suit and looked no different from a year ago.
As for me?
I stared into the mirror.
Wet hair stuck to my face, with most of my makeup ruined. My clothes were covered with dust from the construction site.
I knew we would meet again, just not when I was in such a sorry state.
...
The corners of Phoenix's mouth curled into a sneer as he looked at the state I was in. "Grace, long time no see. I didn't expect you to become such a good-for-nothing."
A good-for-nothing, huh?
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