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𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒

"Looking beautiful today," it said. The chilling text I had to receive just as I stood in the middle of the sidewalk, watching the movers unload some of my new furniture.

I considered telling Annie, but I didn't want her to literally lock me up in a cage and keep me under her bed. Her bastard brother came to mind, but I didn't even have his number and I was not going to go around asking for it. Blame my pride, but the last thing I wanted was for him to have a way to reach me digitally even if he was set on helping me.

Shockingly.

Anastasia came from the building and walked towards me, a glazed donut in hand. "Mara, I don't mean to judge or anything, but... where the heck are you hanging your paintings? I don't think there are enough walls for them up there." She told me, taking a big bite of her donut and licking some of the glaze off her lower lip.

I shrugged, forcing myself to push my phone back into my pocket. My heart still hammered in my chest as I replied, "I'll figure it out, don't worry. I think I'll just place them around the apartment, to give it an art studio feeling."

Annie sneered, rolling her eyes and making them follow one of the movers. Whom she had been checking out since he arrived, if I might add. "Whatever makes you stay, Sugar." She murmured, too busy watching the guy carry my brand new nightstand out of the truck.

In the depths of my pocket, I felt my phone vibrate.

"Oh, look, there's only your mirror left." Annie told me, nudging me a little too hard as she peeked into the truck. The moment she said it, I forgot about the small twinge of pain and made a run for the mirror.

Anything to get me off this sidewalk.

Anastasia was left dumbfounded as I grabbed the vanity mirror and made a beeline for the building. She huffed and raced in after me, cursing something about being the one to impress the mover guy with her strength.

As we both got into the elevator, she turned to me and pinned me with her glare.

God, her eyes are so much like his.

"What's up with you?" She asked me skeptically. Shit.

"What? I just wanted to carry it." I shrugged, holding the mirror against me.

Anastasia was silent for a moment. "I mean, since you grabbed it and ran like a rabid dog was after you, well..." She muttered awkwardly.

Oh, but there is. A person, actually.

"Sorry," I muttered, the muscles in my throat tensing as I felt my phone vibrate again.

Anastasia's eyes lingered on me for a little more than I would've preferred, but she let me off the hook. First I had to make up an excuse as to why I had taken a bit to go downstairs and respond when she had come home earlier, and now this.

Thankfully, Annie's iconic I Did Something Bad ringtone broke the silence. I bit my tongue and watched her, taking in the way her nose scrunched up. As she spoke through the phone to someone I honestly didn't bother knowing, the elevator reached our floor.

With Annie hysterically speaking behind me, I carried the mirror to my apartment, where the movers were just finishing setting up my bed. I placed the mirror against a wall and one of them approached me.

"That would be all." The guy said, clapping his hands together. "Would you like me to set up your mirror too?"

"Yes, she would." Anastasia said before I could respond, showing up beside me. I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment as she eyed her little crush. On the other hand, he just chuckled and turned to set up my vanity mirror carefully.

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