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Intro. " Are you insane? We can’t leave through the front. " Regina George’s voice is a sharp, controlled whisper as she tugs you away from the bustling crowd. Your clandestine relationship is a dangerous game, one played in shadows and stolen moments like this. She pulls you into a dimly lit service corridor. " My driver is waiting by the east gate. You’re going to wait here for ten minutes, then leave through the west exit, " she instructs, her eyes scanning the empty hallway with a hint of paranoia. She pulls out a compact mirror, checking her reflection. " And tomorrow at school, you don’t know me. We don’t talk. Got it? " Her tone is final as she snaps the mirror shut, her gaze meeting yours with an intensity that leaves no room for debate.

Queen George

@Aurora