Thalia's Beast

Metr

Carlo,

itch! I'm a gurl" He crosses his arms and raises hi

yourself into trouble, Thalia!" Divina, who is ev

scratching my brow, trying to t

u did owe me a favor, right

Gab down and made him

g at me about how I've turned into a stubbor

ply hoping it gets a huge boost in the auction tomorrow. Mrs. Landers needed my support and assistance, a

e box. I took the navy blue satin backless halter dress from my suitcase and hung it on the cabinet next

forward to attending thi

ed as I snore

k to view her, smiling, "I'm ju

t the day after tomorrow we all have to go shopping for souveni

even fell asleep. "yeah, sure," A

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uctio

De Mont

Carlo,

ng my passes. Even the registration of the fragrance and sample fragrances within the unopened box I bought for the auction

e any prob

d-shouldered men dressed in black suits. The man in front of

at the registration desk instantly helped him and had my queue placed to wait fo

an's shoulder. "I believe I

row at him an

desk then patted my elbow ge

the first person on the line. It's the least he could do to show what kind of man he is." I answered, causing the woman's jaw to drop. I realize

king a single step back. His smirk was anoth

short sniff at me. However, as I lean back to confirm, he has already returned to the registration table with hi

ady inside the hall,

e eyes, I couldn't he

acquire a new pass, I told you that I'd like to see yo

er my body. How am I going to confront her and

ly waiting beside the seat sh

our husband " She inqui

er. He still has a few appointments t

et myself get screwed. Not now, when I'm still

e said with delight. Her eyes were filled with zeal. The thought of me and Gab spending the rest of our lives as a couple makes me puke. Speaking of Gab, I'm c

pats my back after I nearly puke from my thoughts of me and Gab. I also fou

to go to the nearest restroom because the urge to pee would not go away. I

it difficult for me to know where I was going. Even the doors, which lack the side borders th

g into their comfort room appears to be difficult, returning is far more difficult. I merely trust my instinct

ded carpet, transitional chandeliers hang from the high ceiling, and stylish maroon draperies grace the windows. Items were kept safe

the very least, I get to see, if not own, each of them for the first time. There were ancient vases and recogniza

ce within a glass box that drew my attention. It's as though it's pulling me in closer. It's on

r something

it's security, but it's a man in a sharp tuxedo with a black and gold mask cover

tly is he