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She posted this one here.

The rest?

She kept somewhere quieter.

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Juliette took the photo for someone.

Or for herself.

Or maybe for the memory she doesn’t want to keep.

The light hit her skin just right. The straps had already fallen. The room was quiet.

She didn’t hit “send.”

But she didn’t delete it either.

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“She didn’t take it off for you. She took it off because she was tired of pretending.”

Silk met skin. Her gaze never dropped.

In the mirror, she saw herself clearly — for the first time today.

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Someone was waiting. But not for long.”

The candle kept burning.

The wine stayed untouched.

The silence, though? That lingered.

She made the reservation.

She didn’t make the arrival.

Juliette leaves traces. Never explanations.

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She doesn’t dress to impress. She dresses to disarm.”

The mirror caught her reflection. The gloves slid on like muscle memory.

A message unread. A phone turned face-down.

Juliette was getting ready — for something she didn’t name.

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No bad vibes ✅🫵🏽

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The Golden Circle