Quintessa squinted at Rachel, sensing something unusual in her eyes—a silent plea.
Quintessa knew Rachel inside and out. They had grown up together in a small town, inseparable through thick and thin.
But today, Rachel seemed different.
Suppressing her doubts, Quintessa asked, "And what if I said no?"
Rachel clenched her teeth. "I was hoping we could make a trade."
"A trade?"
"Our secrets... I won't breathe a word about your escapade in Serenitia. My past... I hope you'll keep it to yourself too."
Quintessa's grip tightened. She had an inkling of what Rachel was hinting at.

Mrs. Harrington emerged, her face livid, eyes blazing with disdain.



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🤣🤣 yes!! stomp the mil into sputtering and silence...