Chapter Fourty Seven
I woke up feeling clammy, the fabric of the nightgown sticking to my skin. The room was dim, the curtains drawn, and I could hear the faint hum of voices outside the door. My head throbbed, and I blinked, trying to piece together the last thing I remembered. The bath. Brett. Jax carrying me. My stomach churned at the fragmented memories. There was a knock on the door, and before I could answer, it swung open. Rose burst in, her wide eyes scanning me before she practically flung herself onto the bed, wrapping her arms around me in a tight hug. “Happy birthday, Mauve!” she squealed, her voice muffled against my shoulder. “I’ve been so worried about you! Are the triplets being kind?” I stiffened for a moment before leaning into the embrace, the warmth of her body grounding me. “Yeah,” I mum
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