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When Ophelia called down to summon her, she said nothing about the way she’d fallen asleep and didn’t ask how Harlow had gotten back to Brash’s. Harlow assumed that Ophelia had chosen to gloss over the haze of pre-naptime, maybe out of embarrassment, or it could just be ignorance.
Their usual routine continued. Harlow was escorted to Ophelia’s apartment to help her get ready for her night at Windsor’s. She listened to Ophelia wax lyrical about how wonderful the night would be. The singing in the shower was an unusual touch. Ophelia was displaying a kind of happiness that, when related to Ryske’s virtue, made Harlow uncomfortable.
But she kept her mouth shut and waved Ophelia off with a smile… figuratively speaking.
Just after one AM, Harlow got a call to go to Ophelia’s apartment.
