Blind Box Bride Escaped and He Lost It

he studio on the thir

be my favorite. N

it was so I could focus on creati

to cut off every possible

small resting area. Three meals a day

to leave the room, everythi

mething had shatte

me a regul

cially to supervise, in

ront of my finished designs, then "accidentally", her hand

r mouth, her eyes glittering with smug delight. "But you

take out a fresh sheet o

sn't angry, she s

wly done nails, speaking in a syrupy-sweet

ght. He said my eyes are bright

cklace. The same one you stare

in one ear and

owledged Jemma's behavior. He would simply wa

so slowly? Jemma is

. Never me. I looked up at the m

t was finally ground down, day a

isting. I sto

machine t

ace the paper. If she said something

fter another, until the st

I had finally learned my l

ed me with a n

nsive barrel catch the light

every stroke I drew, the

s inspi

ood I bled. The soul t