“Stop pretending. Didn’t you notice Galilea with Tyrone?” Abigail scoffed, “She’s his real girlfriend. Our kind is destined for secrecy. I’d advise against pining for things out of your reach.”

“Can you shut up now?” Sabrina retorted, her patience wearing thin.

She assumed her disinterest was conspicuous enough for anyone sensible to leave her alone.

“Oh, so you’re angry now? Just because you managed to snag Tyrone Blakely, you think you’re superior to us? We’re cut from the same cloth. You’re no different.”

“Enough! I don’t want to hear any more of this. Leave, please.”

“I’m not going anywhere. This isn’t your place.”

“If you won’t, then I will.”

from the chair, her strides resolute as

seething, watching Sabrina’s retreating

was it Sabrina who managed to land Tyrone Blakely, a man of youth, charm, and wealth,

were all just mistresses. Why did Sabrina act

as she thought about it, and in a sudden fit

by surprise, lost her footing

a jolt of panic, Abigail

engulfed Sabrina, causing her to panic and

spreading throughout her body, making her

shorter,

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