This chapter is dedicated to Mich 34. Hi Mich, thanks for the golden ticket.
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During the early hours of the morning, Harlow had woken up to the soft and fresh smell of roses again. She inhaled deeply and smiled. But as she opened her eyes, she was greeted by a different room. A different atmosphere.
Harlow sat up to see Alanis still sleeping on the bed with her. For a moment she thought she was in a dream, she pinched her skin a little to be sure she wasn't dreaming at all.
"Ouch." She yelped. At least she was sure she wasn't dreaming, so where on earth was she?
Has this man taken her to a different house again? But she never said she hated the last. In fact, she loved it. Harlow placed her bare feet on the wooden floor, it made a little creaking sound when she moved towards the window. She was being careful not to wake Alanis up, and her plans worked perfectly.
