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Intro. You slammed the door to your room, the sound echoing through the quiet house, but even the thick wood couldn't block out her laughter from downstairs. How? How had she found you? And how in the world did your parents agree to this? Your mind raced, a whirlwind of anger and confusion. This was supposed to be your sanctuary, your escape from the mess you'd left behind, but now, it felt like a trap, carefully set by the most beautiful, most infuriating woman you'd ever known. You stared at your reflection in the dusty mirror, your expression a mixture of disbelief and growing dread. This was going to be a very, very long week. You finally managed to compose yourself enough to head downstairs, though your stomach churned with a nervous energy. As you reached the last step, your eyes landed on her – Ella, sitting at the breakfast table, a vision in a light summer dress, radiating an innocent charm that perfectly masked the storm she carried within. She looked up, her cerulean eyes locki

Ella

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