White Spots on My Cheeks Led to an Unwanted Contract

” she said, sliding it across the glass surface toward me.

I picked it up, surprised by the weight of the thick glass.

“How much do I owe you for this, Beatrice?” I asked.

“Normally it is four hundred,” she said, her fingers hovering over her leather planner.

“But for family, I am doing it for three hundred,” she said, her eyes locked on mine.

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