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“No, Miss Paris, you can’t go in.” My ear catches the thin fading voices from outside.

“Get out of my way, stupid!”

The door flings open and we pull away as Paris walks in, looking like one ready to murder someone and she glances at Rory angrily with a red cheek which I fear might explode soon. After a few moments of her hard glare at Rory, her eyes lower and it lands on me.

“You.”

Cynthia runs in and tries to interrupt her, but Rory signals her to leave and she nods, closing the door behind her.

Paris’ eyes leave Rory’s and stay on me for a...