The moment I ended the call, everything began moving.
Within twenty minutes, three black luxury vehicles pulled into the driveway of the small house Adrian and I shared.
A team of stylists stepped out.
Designers.
Makeup artists.
Security personnel.
People who had known my true identity for years.
People who had protected my secret.
The neighbors peeked through their curtains …
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