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Tulip was lying on her bed waiting impatiently for the clock to strike 12, but it was moving impossibly slow. Or maybe it was just Tulip’s eagerness that made it seem like that. Earlier, all of them had dinner together and after a long time Tulip felt as if everything was back to normal. Laughter and never ending conversations at the dining table and after that, the green tea.
And though everyone was relaxed and was enjoying the evening, Sawyer’s mood was never the same. He was pretending and though everyone clearly knew that, nobody pointed it out.
It hurt Tulip to see her all the time bubbling with life brother like this. He was trying to pretend everything was okay with hi
