Chapter 133: I hate Dario Moretti

Author's POV

There was a folded piece of paper on her nightstand. One that hadn't been there twenty minutes ago, meaning that the only way it would have come in was through madame Fiona.

Out of curiosity, she opened the paper with shaking hands.

“I'm not asking you to talk. Just breathe. And I w...

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