Hazel finished adjusting her dress, her eyes lingering on the glass for a moment before turning to face Francisco. He hadn’t taken his eyes off her, his intense gaze unwavering. She could feel his eyes on her, and it made her uneasy. Hazel sighed, trying to shake off the discomfort.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Hazel said, her voice laced with unease.

Francisco tilted his head slightly, “What look?”

Francisco’s expression didn’t change. 

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