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chapter no. 009!
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❝ THERE'S NO EVIDENCE. ❞ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄
THE PINK DOLPHIN / 𝗙𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗬𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 𝗔𝗚𝗢. . .
THE EMERALD GREEN TO OCEANIC BLUE BERYL NECKLACE TWINKLED IN THE MOONLIGHT THAT STREAMED THROUGH THE BATHROOM WINDOWS. The crisp edges of the soft, ductile silver metal were prominent against her pale skin. If one were to see the veins on her arms, one would mistake them for the dull roots of flowers.
Blue eyes were often portrayed as the perfect eye color in the media. Many people wanted blue eyes, but not her. She hated her blue eyes. They were an icy blue that caused people to fear her. They were the type of icy blue that drained all colors from one's cheeks and left one's fingertips cold to the solid touch.
Right now, her icy blue eyes contradicted the emerald green necklace laid perfectly on her neck.
She struggled to tear her gaze away from her reflection in the bathroom mirror. The bass of 'She's My Winona' by Fall Out Boy barrelled through her thoughts, disrupting the ongoing patterns. Laughs and shouts, not to mention the stomps of underage teenagers and adults pretending to be teenagers, could be heard.
Tonight, she wasn't Cara Valentine. Instead, she was Zari Wilkinson, a famous British journalist whose side job was organizing arrangements for different trafficking services—specifically drug trafficking.
