Ayra’s POV
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The next morning, I got up to the knocking of the door, a maid calling me for breakfast. I took a quick bath, dressed in a simple outfit, then grabbed a bag.
My eyes drifted to the drawer where Leon’s black card lay. I stared at it, hesitation knotting my chest. Could I really use it? After a long sigh, I slipped the card into my bag, determined.
I dropped the bag on the bed and went downstairs. At the dining table, my food was already served. I sat and began eating, though my appetite felt miles away. My mind raced with thoughts I couldn’t shake.
When I finished, I called a maid over.
She nodded, and I made my way upstairs. Once inside, I turned to face her. “Do you know what happened to Ava?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm as I scanned her expression.
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