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The shattered bond

43_The shattered Bond

Eloise

I could barely keep my hands still as I waited in line at Maison Luna, the little French patisserie I always stopped at when life felt too heavy. The scent of fresh croissants and butter-drenched pastries curled around me, comforting in a way nothing else could. I ordered a lemon lavender tart and an oat milk latte, my chest tight as the barista scribbled my name on the cup.

I shouldn’t be eating sweets right now. I needed to stay clear-headed for my meeting ...

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