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The melodies filled the room as guests slowly settled into their seats, while I lingered in a corner, nervously adjusting my sleeves. I was determined to hide my scars from everyone’s gaze, especially my sister’s. Yet, as I grabbed a hairpin, one wrist came into view. Her eyes fixed intently on it. “Hide that,” she insisted. “It’ll spoil my wedding pictures.” I stood there, immobilized by shock, unable to find my voice. But an unexpected witness had caught the exchange.
My Heart Raced Under Jason’s Intense Gaze
Under the Pulsing Beat of Secrets With the rhythm pounding, Jason moved closer, his pace unerring and determined. It seemed he caught Sarah’s words, evidenced by the fire in his gaze. “Emily, you alright?” he questioned, his brow furrowed deeply. I merely shrugged, pulling my sleeve lower to conceal the scars of yesterday. Though Jason didn’t press the issue yet, he lingered nearby, as if refusing to let it slip by.
My Heart Raced Under Jason’s Intense Gaze
