Chapter Twenty: The Mask of Revenge
A day passed in a blur of activity, with Serenity buried in work and the chaos of unpacking their new apartment. She had deliberately avoided Mr. Mercier, her thoughts consumed by the weight of their last encounter. The feel of his hand on her cheek, the sound of his voice calling her Mira, lingered like a haunting melody she couldn't shake. The office was a whirlwind of papers and boxes, her desk a cluttered mess of half-unpacked items. Her eyes darted around the room, searching for something to focus on, anything to distract her from the memory of his touch. Her phone buzzed, pulling her out of her reverie. It was a text from Kate, checking in on Kaia and offering to help with the unpacking. Serenity's heart warmed at the gesture, and she quickly replied, accepting the offer. The influx
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