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Florence is nineteen and already cracking under the weight of her father's expectations. Her OCD lives in the details no one can fully understand - counting ceiling holes, touching doorframes twice, rewriting notes until they feel "right." And the guilt is always there. God is watching. Her father is watching. Every thought, every slip - a sin, a failure, a punishment waiting to happen. She prays not because she wants to - but because she's terrified not to. Irmina is twenty-five. CEO of a powerful law firm. Sharp. Ruthless. Calculated. She keeps everything running perfectly and tolerates nothing out of place. Wealthy, supported, unshakable - the type of woman you either obey or get out of her way. When she cares, she will burn the world down to protect it. Florence thinks she's not enough. Irmina knows she's more than enough. The imbalance is real. And everything in between is uncertain.
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