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JULIA POV

There she is, a confident smile stretching across her face as if she truly owns the air in this house. Her dark, flowing hair spills like liquid ink down her waist, catching the light, every strand placed perfectly as though she’d been rehearsing for this entrance.

The red dress she’s wearing clings to her body like a second skin,

accentuating her moderate curves in all the right places.

I’ll admit, the old me might’ve shrunk beneath her glow, wondering ...