Alexander Burke
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She cut me off before I could even complete my sentence. “Yes, I wasn’t at the party. My zip got spoiled and I wanted to text you to inform you about it. That was when I saw your text.” Her voice sounded so genuine.
“Huh? Wh….at?” I stuttered as I tried to make sense of the situation.
If Olivia didn’t attend the party, who was the person in the same dress I had sent to her?
“Are you sure?” I asked, my voice laced with confusion. I just poured out my feelings to the wrong woman. It was unbelievable.
Olivia sent me a photo, showing me the green dress which was carefully placed on her bed. I zoomed in and saw the damaged zip at the back of the dress.
I shook my head in disbelief, trying to make sense of what had just happened.
“So let me get this straight,”
