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Yes | 2024-12-11 18:46 | active | 1990 | 0 | 🤍 It’s no secret that most of us either know someone who has fought cancer, or have been through it yourself. This giveaway is for those who have entered their survivor era. I am honored to support you in your journey and can’t wait to pamper a lucky winner with a beautiful brow transformation. Remember, you are not alone, and your stories inspire us all. How to nominate: 1. Like this post 🤍 2. Follow @highbrowbrunswick & @hausofbeautyga 3. Comment below “I have a nomination”, “I know someone” or “I would love this for myself”… etc.. Once I see the comment I will message you the link to the nomination form. Please take a moment to fill this out with as many details as you are comfortable sharing. Deadline to enter is December 30, 2024. Winner will be announced December 31, 2024. Must be over 18 years of age. | MESSAGE_PAGE | High Brow Brunswick | https://www.facebook.com/highbrowbrunswick/ | 1,797 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Send message | 0 | MULTI_IMAGES | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469707345_1134675041701535_7598129684083429764_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=jCNB9hcFBEgQ7kNvgE6i4zG&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AfG6luv73wO3k7I2qxX9gyI&oh=00_AYBy8GQoXshuiMyfkwDUN6_8_kA2sHBpH7u2PegugE2HXw&oe=675FFBBE | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | High Brow Brunswick | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2024-12-11 18:46 | active | 1990 | 0 | 🤔 What Does Your Pet Really Want at Mealtime? ✨ During Arya’s animal communication session 🐾💬, she didn’t hold back. Her message? STEAK🥩 please! 💖 That’s the beauty of animal communication—it helps uncover their unique preferences and needs, making mealtime (and life!) better for them and us. 👩🍳Here’s Arya’s gourmet meal prep this week, with every ingredient handpicked for its benefits (by her): 🥩 Steak – Protein for strong muscles 🍖 Ground beef – Amino acids for energy 🐔 Chicken hearts & gizzards – Vitamins for heart and immune health 🥕 Carrots – Beta-carotene for eye health 🌿 Celery – Digestive and hydration boost 🥬 Kale – Nutrient powerhouse for energy and a shiny coat 🍠 Sweet potatoes – Fiber and complex carbs for digestion 🥣 Flaxseed meal – Omega-3s for a glossy coat and strong nails 🧡 Turmeric – Natural anti-inflammatory 🚰 Water – Essential hydration 🍲 Cook on high for 4 hours (or low for 8), let cool, and store in the fridge for up to 5 days. Pro Tip: Freeze extra portions for lazy days (because we all have those!). 💌 Why This 🐾💬 Session Was Special ✨ Through animal communication, Arya shared exactly what she craved—not just steak… but balance, nourishment, and love on her terms. 💡 Did you know? Sessions like this go beyond food. They help us uncover how our pets feel physically and emotionally, and with holistic 🤝coaching, we can take what they share and create tailored care routines that support their ⚖️health and happiness. 🧐 Want to know what your pet would ask for if they could talk? 📆Book an animal communication session with me to uncover their secret cravings, favorite flavors, and deeper needs. Let’s make their world (and yours!) brighter. 🎉 GIVEAWAY ALERT! Drop your pup’s name below👇 for a chance to win a FREE mini animal communication session! Let’s uncover their mealtime wishes together. 🐶💬 📖 Bonus! Download my free eBook, “How to Heal Your Pet in One Day” for easy tips to connect with your pet in mindful ways. #AnimalCommunication #HolisticPetCare #AlaskanDogWhisperer #HealingWithPets #HealthyPetsHappyLife #HomemadePetFood #anchorage #alaska #alaskapets #alaskadogs #secret giveaway | VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE | http://instagram.com/alaskandogwhisperer | Alaskan Dog Whisperer | https://www.facebook.com/61566992830829/ | 22 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Visit Instagram profile | 0 | instagram.com | VIDEO | http://instagram.com/alaskandogwhisperer | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469878278_597424979479272_319568528841065542_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=ZNhF4wF8dW8Q7kNvgG8UQ28&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AfG6luv73wO3k7I2qxX9gyI&oh=00_AYBqGaNkZSjpm7x62-4oNwHq9tmCwnTeh9t-3tsbWqSM6g&oe=675FFB22 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Alaskan Dog Whisperer | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉 | "I, Barrett Warren, vow with my life that I'll take no concubine! Carissa Sinclair shall be my one and only!" These were the words that convinced Carissa Sinclair, the daughter of general, to hide her martial talents and forsake her promising future to marry into the crumbling Warren family. Even on their wedding night, when Barrett was abruptly summoned to the battlefield, Carissa never complained. She used her dowry to support the struggling Warren household, waiting faithfully for his return. But she never imagined that when Barrett finally returned, the first thing he would do was marrying his new love... --- At Grace Mansion, Carissa Sinclair stared at the man before her—her husband she had waited for a whole year. Barrett Warren, still in his battle armor, wore an expression of both determination and guilt. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for my marriage to Aurora." he said, his voice steady, " She will be joining our household. There's no question about it." Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has praised General Yates as a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she won’t be a concubine. She’ll be my legal wife, equal to you." "But calling her equal doesn't change the fact that she’s still just a concubine," Carissa said, a soft smile playing on her lips. Barrett frowned. "Why can't you face the reality? Aurora and I fell in love with each other on the battlefield, and we earned this marriage with our glorified victory. In fact, I don’t really need your approval on it." Fell in love? Huh, looks like he is determined in breaking the vow he made a year ago... Carissa's soft smile wiped off by a mocking one, she had once believed Barrett’s victory would earn him a higher rank, freeing her from the burden of supporting the Warren household with her dowry. Yet instead, in exchange for his victory, he only asked the king for another woman's hand, and now he even dared to silence her with his so-called 'glorified victory'... Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite her disgust and reluctance, she asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict, and Aurora is amicable. Mother liked her a lot upon seeing her, even her health seems to be improving." "Improving?" Carissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. "When you went to war, your mother was already gravely ill. I brought in the best physician, managed the estate’s affairs by day, and stayed up nights caring for her. That's how her condition started to improve." "But seeing Aurora has made my mother feel even better," Barrett said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the greater good, please be generous enough to welcome Aurora." Carissa lowered her eyes, as if blinking away the tears. But inspected closely, that's actually her sharpened gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need," Barrett refused instantly. "Carissa, she’s different from any woman you know. As a general, she’s above household squabbles and wouldn’t want to meet you." Carissa retorted, "What are women I know like? Or tell me, what kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of the Marquis's family. My father and my six brothers sacrificed on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "That’s them." Barrett interrupted, "You're still a delicate woman suited only for home comforts, while Aurora has no respect for that. Besides, she never holds back her true thoughts. Trust me, you won't want to hear it from her. Also rest assured. Mother has promised me that Aurora will never threaten your control of the household. Carissa, she couldn't care less about those things." “Oh, that's what you and mother think I fear? Losing the control of this household?” Carissa couldn't help but laughing. Little did Barrett know his household had been reduced to a hollow shell - managing it was a hot potato no one else would bear. Over the past year, it was Carissa's dowry alone that kept the Warren family’s life respectable, and this was her reward. “Enough,” Barrett snapped, his patience running thin. “I’ve done my duty by informing you. Your opinion won’t change anything.” As Carissa watched hum storm out, her bitterness deepened. “My lady, my lord has really crossed the line!” Lulu, Carissa’s maid, said, wiping her tears. “Don’t call him that!” Carissa gave her a stern look. “We never consummated the marriage. He’s not your lord. Now go fetch my dowry list.” “Why the dowry list?” Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. “Silly girl, we need to reckon everything before we leave.” Lulu gasped. “Leave? But where can we go? To the Northwatch Estate?” Suddenly Lulu held her tongue, aware that she had touched the sensitive subject. She spared Carissa a guilty look, "I'll get the list now, my lady." Upon the mention of Northwatch Estate, the always restrained Carissa finally let her tears fall. When she was fifteen, her father, the Marquis of Northwatch, had sacrificed his life on the battlefield. Then, just six months ago, her entire family at the Northwatch Estate was brutally slaughtered — assassins rumored to be spies from the enemy nation, Westhaven. She rushed back after getting the news, only to find the dismembered bodies of her mother and grandmother. Even her youngest nephew, two years old, didn't escape death, neither. Now, she was the lone survivor of the marquis' family, the idea of restoring her family’s former glory seemed impossible—at least to outsiders. After all, she was presented mostly as a delicate, fragile woman, while Aurora Taytes had just made herself the first female general in history. It's only natural that the Warren family was more than happy to agree to the marriage. Yet, unbeknownst to the world, Carissa's martial talent was never beneath her father and brothers. If given a chance on the battlefield, she would definitely outshine Aurora Taytes, perhaps a million times more... Just then, Lulu had brought over the dowry list, "My lady, this year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins supporting the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." "I see." Carisse's gaze lingered on the list with melancholy. Her mother had given her such a substantial dowry, fearing she might face hardship in her husband's home. Yet now here she was. The Warren family had disregarded all her effort, and Barrett had even broken his vow to take no concubine - the very promise that led her mother to choose him over more eligible suitors, despite the Warren family’s fall from grace. 'Was this really the life mother wanted me to have?' It took Carissa no time to made up her mind. “Lulu, get prepared. There's somewhere we need to go tomorrow.” ... Early the next morning, Carissa and Lulu boarded a carriage, heading straight for the royal palace. It was noon by the time they arrived. Under the scorching autumn sun, Carissa and Lulu stood like statues in front of the palace gates. They waited for a full hour, but no one came to let them in. In the palace's study, Derek Walker had already reported Carissa’s arrival to the king three times. “Your Majesty, Mrs. Warren is still waiting outside the palace gates,” he repeated. The king, Salvador Quinton, set aside the document he was reading and rubbed his temples. “I can’t summon her in. The edict has been issued, and can't be taken back. Tell her to go home.” “The guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. She’s been standing there for over an hour without moving.” Salvador felt a pang of guilt. “Barrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didn’t want to agree, either, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have after all won a big war.” “Your Majesty, when it comes to military achievements, no one can compare to the Marquis of Northwatch,” Derek countered. Salvador thought of Hector Sinclair, the Marquis of Northwatch. When Salvador was a crown prince who had recently joined the military, it was Hector who had guided him. Back then, he had also known Carissa when she was only a cute kid. Salvador himself had fought a bloody path to the throne, paved with death. He understood the struggles of military officers, so when Barrett requested marriage as a reward, Salvador had hesitated but eventually agreed. But Derek was right. In terms of military merit, Barrett and Aurora were far inferior to Hector Sinclair. “Alright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, I’ll grant her whatever she wants, even if it's a noble title or an official rank,” said Salvador. Derek breathed a sigh of relief. “As always, you're wise, Your Majesty!” ... Carissa knelt in the study with her head bowed. Recalling that Carissa was now the only one left in the Sinclair family, Salvador felt nothing but pity for her. "Rise and speak," he commanded. Carissa bowed deeply with her hands clasped. "Your Majesty, I know it's presumptuous of me to seek an audience today. But I also wish to implore for your grace." "Carissa Sinclair, I have already issued the edict of marriage. It's impossible to revoke it," Salvador said. Carissa shook her head gently. "Your Majesty, I'm not imploring you to reverse that edict, but imploring you for another edict - an amicable divorce with General Warren." The young king was taken aback. "Divorce? You want a divorce?" Carissa nodded her head firmly. She was never someone to pester some man. If Barret Warren loved Aurora Yates so much, then she would let him go. 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Yes | 2024-12-11 18:46 | active | 1990 | 0 | 🎄 Christmas Toy Giveaway 🎄 United glow corp nonprofit is thrilled to announce they’ll be giving away 1,000 unwrapped toys to children in need, including those in shelters, safe houses, and throughout the community and surrounding cities. This is all about supporting families and spreading joy, so bring the kids out to join us! 📅 Date: December 15, 2024 ⏰ Time: 11 AM – 5 PM 📍 Location: 1920 N. Lake Ave, Altadena, CA 91001 🚗 Event Type: “Parking Lot Event” Street parking only. United Glow Corp is currently seeking donations for gifts specifically for teens aged 15 and up. Your support can help make their holidays brighter! Please donate here: Https://unitedglowcorp.org Volunteers are NEEDED 😊 Please share this with everyone including local shuttlers, schools and businesses ❤️ Let’s make this holiday season special for everyone ❤️ #nonprofit #christmasgifts #support | LEARN_MORE | http://linktr.ee/nikkiiitaylor | nikkii_taylor_ | https://www.instagram.com/_u/nikkii_taylor_ | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | linktr.ee | VIDEO | http://linktr.ee/nikkiiitaylor | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-19/413250966_880490487154836_2169728081682786988_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s206x206_tt6&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=525117&_nc_ohc=XJjrgCLxkbkQ7kNvgFHkvMb&_nc_zt=24&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com&oh=00_AYAntZslBy6KPoeajUK9AmVKeDHiCCTp7ORdbfza1Oc7Xw&oe=675FEA43 | IG_ADS_IDENTITY | 1 | 0 | 0 | nikkii_taylor_ | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2024-12-11 18:46 | active | 1990 | 0 | 🚨 G I V E A W A Y 🚨 We will be giving away a completely FREE pair of Air Jordan 1 Off-White Chicagos at Sneakercon Bay Area on December 21st! Make sure to stop by our booth and enter the raffle! #sneakercon #giveaway #offwhite | VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE | http://instagram.com/upper.empire | Upper Empire | https://www.facebook.com/100089191310223/ | 1,377 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Visit Instagram profile | 0 | instagram.com | VIDEO | http://instagram.com/upper.empire | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469889065_1254089969227284_2528475909110344679_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=JCJE-RMvpSUQ7kNvgFHwZMf&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=ApatS_hPodZcVcpjznd-Cez&oh=00_AYBRw4JzFZefE54x67nrG0m70bOvzoZfoQhEK9zo7FVsnQ&oe=67600EC7 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Upper Empire | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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‼️‘SAVE THE DATE’ GIVEAWAY ALERT‼️ This year, I am delighted to announce that I have teamed up with @hairandmakeupby_susy and @mirrorless_memory_ to offer a complimentary SAVE THE DATE photography session by me, VIDEO by Jose & A FULL HAIR AND MAKEUP GLAM by Susy for the bride of the winning couple. To enter: Follow me: @krystellcaycedo, @mirrorless_memory_ and @hairandmakeupby_susy. Must like and share this post. (My team will verify requirements.) If you are engaged, or have friends who are engaged and would also appreciate this giveaway. Share this post with your loved ones. Bonus entry(s): -Share this post on your story and tag @krystellcaycedo, @hairandmakeupby_susy and @mirrorless_memory_ (if you have a private profile, screenshot it and send it to us via DM) -Tag friends, each tag is an additional entry. The giveaway concludes on 12-24-24, and the winner will be announced at midnight on my Instagram. This offer applies to residents of the USA only. We are located in the DFW area. (If the winner resides outside of DFW and wins, the session and glam are complimentary, but travel expenses for us to visit you are not included) We are thrilled to bless a deserving couple. 🚩This giveaways is not a partnership with The Mason or Instagram. 🚩No other account but this one or me will be announcing the winner. #SaveTheDate #PhotographyGiveaway #christmasgiveaway #giveaway #FreeSession #CoupleGoals #engaged #engagedcouple #weddingphotography #weddingphotographer #DFW | VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE | http://instagram.com/krystellcaycedo | krystellcaycedo | https://www.instagram.com/_u/krystellcaycedo | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Visit Instagram profile | 0 | instagram.com | IMAGE | http://instagram.com/krystellcaycedo | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-19/468026586_1577950649526719_3157228767055810006_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s206x206_tt6&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=525117&_nc_ohc=iVZfGxGPft4Q7kNvgHRwSZI&_nc_zt=24&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com&oh=00_AYBUjlRHfyHNL4e4OpX8atyo4KeNylUg2oKmOjBvaCyAQQ&oe=675FEE60 | IG_ADS_IDENTITY | 1 | 0 | 0 | krystellcaycedo | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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No | 2024-12-11 18:44 | active | 1990 | 0 | 🎄GIVEAWAY🎄 Day 10—Share your 2025 music goal! 🎉 Today’s challenge: What is your biggest music goal in 2025? 🎁 Prize: Get €80 worth of Grooviz credits to boost your music on Groover 📌 How to enter: 1️⃣ Like & save this post 2️⃣ Follow @imusician.pro and @groover.en 3️⃣ Post your goal in the comments 4️⃣ Tag a friend 📅 Submissions open until December 12, 2024 🎉 The winner will be announced in the comments on December 13, 2024! 💡 What can €80 in Grooviz do for you? Groover's music promotion, gives artists a direct line to professionals interested in emerging talent while saving time compared to traditional PR efforts. It’s a great way to secure playlist placements, press coverage, or constructive feedback to elevate your music career. #IndieArtist #MusicCommunity #IndieMusicPromo #MusicCollaboration #MusicDistribution #AdventCalendar #Music #iMusician #Giveaway #HolidayGIveaway #Giveaway2024 | iMusician Digital | https://www.facebook.com/iMusicianDigital/ | 49,051 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | VIDEO | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469976464_2677746455750469_5869995920287873552_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=FNiQqCCUrSkQ7kNvgEfdopl&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=Ao-cecvgBbVm6IizPq7lbI2&oh=00_AYAmPuIkJhOWRuGw_pV6KYGzNrO4UbqPqQFVh4-RuY1skg&oe=675FFCB0 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | iMusician Digital | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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No | 2024-12-11 19:11 | active | 1991 | 0 | How Women Who 'Overeat' Finally Feel Normal Around Food | This is how women who 'overeat' finally feel normal around food. Here is a major trend that always seems to be happening: Women are constantly bouncing between dieting and binging. They’ve tried keto, paleo, whole30….you name it. They are stuck in a cycle that looks like this: *wakes up* “I’m going to be good today.” 🤝 Breakfast: egg white omelet 🤝 Lunch: grilled chicken salad *sneaks one cookie they have been thinking about all day* Then the next thought is: “I can't do anything right. I have zero willpower. F’ it – I may as well just keep eating." And then they eat, and eat...and eat. They wake up each morning and commit to getting back on track, but the cycle just continues. The true problem is they don't understand the root cause of this binging. I was the same way for 12 years. Once I learned why I felt so out of control around food - I broke free from food obsession + binging. Then my health improved, I dropped 50 lbs, and I’ve kept it off. Turns out my dieting and food obsession were keeping me at my heaviest, despite my hardest efforts to drop the weight. What I have since learned is there are 5 distinct reasons why women become food obsessed. That’s why I created an Eating Personality Quiz to help women find out why they overeat and exactly what to do to stop. https://www.tryinteract.com/share/quiz/66eaf728c9b7d30015747274 With this quiz, you’ll discover: 👉 What type of eater you are and what to do about it 👉 How to get off the rollercoaster of yo-yo dieting for good 👉 How to eat like a normal person (without giving up your favorite foods) Don’t spend another Sunday night inhaling a bag of chips with no idea why you’re doing it or how to stop. Click to take the quiz and get your personalized results to stop overeating and have a normal relationship with food. https://www.tryinteract.com/share/quiz/66eaf728c9b7d30015747274 | LEARN_MORE | https://www.tryinteract.com/share/quiz/66eaf728c9b | Kelly L Wellness | https://www.facebook.com/Kellylwellness/ | 4,921 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | www.tryinteract.com | VIDEO | https://www.tryinteract.com/share/quiz/66eaf728c9b7d30015747274 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/470027241_587530690528398_2309243996525593465_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=0Bp2lkQwiVsQ7kNvgFq-INM&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A7F661_HIO5a8MPBAPjv3Zk&oh=00_AYB_JNnDWj_a1PySM1Mb5a6Xg3X4MaubwWMU5heDlBk8VA&oe=67600903 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Kelly L Wellness | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2024-12-11 18:46 | active | 1990 | 0 | ✨ 🎙️ Dolly & Whitney✨ …bottomless mimosas drag tribute brunch show 🗓️ Saturday - Dec.14th 🎟️ RSVP on Yelp 💕 We will always love you ! Join us as we celebrate two iconic women. Performing all Whitney Houston & Dolly Parton music through our drag artistry 📖 ✨ CookBook giveaway ✨ Celebrating the new cookbook from Dolly Parton and her sister Rachel Parton George . Exclusive giveaways during brunch only 🥂 Champagne Saturdays 🥂 🍾 Table seating opens at 10:30am and closes at 11:45am Bottomless mimosas drag brunch ! Featuring special guest @abigailbhillz Presented by @dapeoplesqueen Ms Southern California Continental @southern_ca_continental 🎧 Music by @djbds11 @dj_chocolate88 @dj_lamas @sanchezrubin 📖✨ Filled with more than 80 delicious dishes as well as photographs of Dolly and Rachel cooking and hosting all year long, Good Lookin’ Cookin’ is a treasured cookbook that will make you feel like part of the Parton family. With their trademark warmth and sisterly love, Dolly and Rachel remind you that cooking doesn’t need to be serious—it should be fun! And always good lookin’! 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 🎟️ RSVP on Yelp ☎️ For parties larger than 15 please call 909-632-7775 ℹ️ Opened to everyone. All underage guests must have parental supervision at all times. RSVP your table anytime from 10:30am to 11:45am for the 12pm. RSVP your table vour Yelp age or call us at 909-944-9400. Show fee of $10 per person. Valid ID required to purchase & consume alcohol. #hamburgermarysontario #saturdaybrunch #hamburgermarys #ontario #inlandempire #socal #dragqueen #iedrag #iefoodies #toyotaarena #toyotaarenaontario #ontariocalifornia #rupaulsdragrace #suprise #mustread #capricornseason #birthdaycountdown #hamburgermarysontario #happybirthdaytoyou #IEbrunch #saturdayvibes #JazmynSimone #iesocal #iedragqueens #socaldragqueens | MESSAGE_PAGE | Hamburger Mary's Ontario | https://www.facebook.com/MarysOntarioCal/ | 12,621 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Send message | 0 | MULTI_IMAGES | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469880835_1318319499604000_1767288010688727961_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=By-RMgXJltEQ7kNvgFmo_aO&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AsjeifMWae4dhPLfhS52DGZ&oh=00_AYCcCLNElXfKRdvFRBxYN-zLkAFKv68QqvNka25bhHD1ag&oe=675FF755 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Hamburger Mary's Ontario | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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❤️ONE WINNER EVERY DAY💚 Win Your Share of Prizes 👉 | 🎁$50,000 CHRISTMAS GIVEAWAY🎁 We're celebrating Christmas with our biggest giveaway of the year! EVERY DAY leading up to Christmas, we’ll be selecting ONE WINNER for an all-inclusive family portrait experience plus a stunning art print valued at $1,250! New Winner Every Day! This gives you multiple chances to be selected! Simply tap on the image to enter, it takes 10 seconds! Good Luck!🎄 | SIGN_UP | http://fb.me/ | Vita Brevis Fine Art | https://www.facebook.com/vitabrevisfineart/ | 48,333 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Sign up | 0 | fb.me | IMAGE | http://fb.me/ | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469940856_1343161726858445_2390549149703885467_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=0btri4Itl8kQ7kNvgEQjLVP&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AgmqNuU38PMscZEPDyzWZbz&oh=00_AYAqyO4KGA11TUNwfOCieDWh01rYS-OSJemJ2DMw5wN_Cg&oe=6760134F | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Vita Brevis Fine Art | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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SpecRAK | GIVEAWAY ALERT!!! Come check out our Facebook group and see how you can be entered into our cash giveaway!! | JOIN_GROUP | https://www.facebook.com/groups/1905699143160527/ | Andrea Jones | https://www.facebook.com/andrea.Jones102020/ | 115 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Join group | 0 | facebook.com | IMAGE | https://www.facebook.com/groups/1905699143160527/ | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469832436_1506453436739952_7431291146858833126_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=zIZnn6mEBqoQ7kNvgEp_Vhg&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A2SPpg8HJgGghKead_QMN18&oh=00_AYCqUyuW-OWF6Nj6XgK-Kgs71M4cRCTJ3_wH4tgtiLQAJA&oe=676007D1 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Andrea Jones | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2024-12-11 21:19 | active | 1993 | 0 | 🪩🎄🎅🏻 12 days of GROOVY GIVEAWAYS 🎅🏻🎄🪩 It’s the season of giving 🫶🏻 and we wanted to help spread the groovy holiday vibes with our 12 days of giveaways! Each day we will pick a winner for a @thesippyhippieco gift card! How to enter: ✨ follow us! ✨ like this post! ✨ tag friends, each tag and comment is an entry! ✨ share to your stories and tag us for an extra entry! Day 1 • $5 Day 2 • $5 Day 3 • $5 Day 4 • $5 Day 5 • $5 Day 6 • $10 Day 7 • $10 Day 8 • $10 Day 9 • $10 Day 10 • $20 Day 11 • $20 Day 12 • $50 #12daysofgiveaways #giveaway #coffee #thesippyhippieco #mobilecoffeetrailer #sipsiphooray #christmas #holidays #entertowin | 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝙷𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚎 𝙲𝚘. | https://www.facebook.com/100095394009737/ | 1,455 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | IMAGE | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469898857_595984133108324_1193348530817882450_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=o2Wk-DsLV4UQ7kNvgHOj6gu&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A6t3Tx02O1PWWrqdvRldJrw&oh=00_AYAQ5HNAjmGZzpCTG_cXyXHLr942ESGz6HbtJ775mDnY7Q&oe=67601FA7 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝙷𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚎 𝙲𝚘. | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉 | It had been three years of marriage. Justine Thorpe finally found her husband, Ash Vanderbilt, in the OB-GYN clinic of a hospital. He hadn't shown up for three months. However, he was not alone. Another woman—his mistress—was with him. She bore more than a passing resemblance to Justine. Her name was Jenny Thorpe, and she had been living as Justine's replacement in the Thorpe family for 16 years. Justine had suspected her husband of having an affair for at least six months, but she never imagined it would be with Jenny. Not that the revelation was entirely surprising, now that she thought about it. Everyone in Sol's upper class knew that Ash's true love had always been his childhood friend. Justine was the devil who had gotten in the way. Seeing Ash and Jenny together somehow relieved Justine. The mystery was finally solved. She watched them enter the elevator. Ash's delicate eyelashes were lowered as he spoke softly to his companion. Justine had never seen him this gentle before. Jenny was grazing her slightly protruding belly, nodding bashfully. Justine and Jenny closely resembled each other, yet Justine could never mimic the seductive femininity that Jenny exuded. Suddenly, Jenny lifted her head and met Justine's gaze before ducking into Ash's arms as if frightened. "Ashie!" she mumbled. Just as always, Jenny was putting on a show again. Ash looked up with a glare. His eyes met Justine's, and the gentleness on his face dissipated, replaced by that all-too-familiar apathy and annoyance. Justine and Ash were married only because their parents had wanted them to be. She had lost her parents when she was three, though, and while she had been missing, Jenny had come out of nowhere and stolen Justine's identity. By the time Justine was finally found. Ash's mind had already been set—he only cared for his "childhood friend". The seniors in the family had had to force him to take Justine's hand. Justine did not mind. The only thing she loved about Ash was his looks, but even that was beginning to wear thin. He seemed more and more like a stranger to her. - The elevator door shut. Justine thought their encounter was dramatic. Just imagine how much of a soap opera episode it would be like if she ran at Ash, slapped him, and then confronted Jenny! "Jean! When did you get here? I was just about to grab this medicine for you!" Justine turned to meet Iris Carr, her manager. She smiled and signed, "An expecting mother needed help." Iris studied her heart-stopping beauty and felt a pang in her heart. Justine was so gorgeous, kind, gentle, and an extraordinary dancer. She was a mute who outshone so many people Iris had known. She had even been the prima ballerina of a well-known ballet company, until… "Here. Your painkillers," Iris said, her eyes reddening slightly as she choked back a sob. "How could you just… injure your spine? You finally managed to become the prima ballerina of the Academie Royale! If you could just finish this tour, you could have..." Becoming the prima ballerina of the Academie Royale ballet company was the dream of countless dancers worldwide. And Justine had been considered after just one interview—it was incredible! The tragedy weighed heavily on Iris. Justine had always been silent about her family matters, leading Iris to list her as orphaned on her resume, stating she had grown up in an orphanage. Over time, Iris had even come to believe it herself. The more she thought about it, the sadder she became. Justine smiled faintly, seemingly unaware of the sympathy in Iris' face, as she received the painkillers. A year ago, Ash's uncle had hired a hitman on his life. Justine's attempt to save him resulted in her spinal injury. Ash had found the best doctors money could buy and purchased expensive medical equipment for her. The medical team later concluded that her treatment was complete. Unfortunately, two months later, her old injury was aggravated while she was preparing for the tour. After another examination, Justine's career was essentially over. While the spinal injury wouldn't affect her daily life, she could no longer dance. Justine had informed Ash immediately, but he had yet to respond. Maybe he never cared. She had cried her heart out after returning from the hospital, but ultimately, she accepted her fate. This was not the end of the world. After some reflection, Justine decided to continue her tour. She would get treatment alongside it, determined to end her career as a ballet dancer on a high note. This evening's performance would be her last. However, that morning, she woke up to find her painkiller supply depleted. Justine squeezed the paper bag, her eyes feeling dry. It was as if she were a character in a soap opera. Meeting Ash and Jenny felt like a cruel joke. The pain in her spine flared slightly. Regret washed over her. If only she had never tried to save Ash. Instead, he survived long enough to become a villain, insulting the handsome face Justine once adored. She tucked the painkillers into her pocket and took out her phone. Her long lashes veiled the coldness in her eyes as she looked down at the screen. She then selected Ash's number, typed a message, and sent it immediately. - "Why was she in the OB-GYN, Ashie?" At the basement parking lot, Jenny subconsciously shielded her belly and added, "Could she be, you know…" "That's impossible," Ash replied firmly. Jenny looked away to hide her surprised glee. So Justine had never managed to sleep with him in all three years of marriage? Well, it wasn't that surprising. Everyone in Sol knew that, as a boy, Ash had almost been strangled to death by his mute and mentally ill mother. Traumatized, Ash harbored hatred for his birth mother—and for people who were mute like her. Thus, when his maternal grandparents forced him to marry Justine, it felt like a cruel joke aimed at Ash. There was no way he would ever sleep with her. Poor Justine! A laughingstock, was she not? So what if she was beautiful? What if she could perform some snobby, pretentious dance? Ash had still abandoned her. How could she ever compete with Jenny for Ash's heart? Jenny suppressed her glee and pretended to look sad. "Oh, Ashie… I bet the one person Justine hates the most is me. You are aware of what transpired. She nearly took my life when she returned to the Thorpes. And now she saw us at the OB-GYN," she said. "I should explain myself to her once I get back. I don't want her to throw another fit—" "She won't," Ash interjected. Justine was his simp, always obeying his wishes. For years, there had been fabricated scandals circulating online about celebrities sleeping with him, yet Justine had never questioned him about any of it. She trusted him—like a machine programmed to smile and serve him. "Don't overthink it, Jenny. She won't hurt you," he added. "I'll have someone escort you home safely." Jenny still looked like she was about to cry. She was on the verge of getting into Ash's car when she suddenly caught sight of Justine in the parking lot. Ash had assured her that everything would be fine, but what made him so certain? Jenny could never forget the day Justine chased her with a kitchen knife like a rabid dog. It was a true display of Justine's character. Did she really believe she could charm Ash into loving her by hiding her true nature? Did she think she could be Mrs. Vanderbilt forever? It was almost laughable. "Juju!" Jenny called out cheerfully. Justine had always hated that nickname and would go ballistic over it. What if she reacted that way again this time? Ash's expression darkened as he shot a brief glance at Justine, immediately noticing how thin she had become. Justine turned to them and nodded politely as if she had no idea who they were. She signed to the woman beside her, entered her ballet company's car, and drove away. Jenny gritted her teeth. She did not take the bait! She squeezed out some crocodile tears and grabbed Ash's sleeve. "Ashie, Ashie! Did you see that? She didn't even acknowledge us! This is all my fault! I shouldn't have come to you for help even if I have no one else to turn to… Because we were engaged before, so this had to look really bad… "Oh no, I'm the one who ruined your marriage! I should have just stayed with those guys!" she sobbed. Ash ignored her. He was fixated on what Justine had signed: "I don't know them. They mistook me for someone else." "Ashie, you gotta chase after her!" Jenny cried out as though she cared about preserving Ash and Justine's relationship. Ash was unfazed. He absent-mindedly glanced at the sleeve Jenny was grabbing and realized that Justine had bought this coat for him. She had won a ballet competition that day and used the prize money to purchase it, presenting it almost like a tribute. Ash yanked the sleeve away from Jenny. "I've told you. She won't mind." At that moment, his phone vibrated. Ash scanned the screen, and his eyes suddenly grew bitterly cold as the words leaped into view: [I want a divorce.] Chapter 2 At the Grand Theater of Sol. A towering man stood in the darkness where the audience gathered. He felt as cold as winter. His eyes were fixed on the stage as the Black Swan darted across it, agile and mesmerizing. The Black Swan's movements were fluid and firm, sensual and tempting. The man almost wished he could possess her right now. The performance was nearing its end, so the man turned away and strode toward the backstage. - The performance ended. Justine felt a quiet pain in her waist, but she gritted her teeth through the production. The crowd erupted in ovation. She took one last yearning glance at the stage and her adoring audience before returning backstage. Iris had been watching her every move with concern. "Is it hurting? I can cancel the fan meeting and photo session if you need it. You can rest in the breakroom, and once the rest of the performance is over, I'll come for you," Iris suggested. Justine waved reassuringly. Many of these fans had traveled all the way to Sol to see her performance—to meet her. How could she let them down? Soon, the photo session concluded. After checking in with Justine, Iris left to direct the stage. Suddenly, Justine found herself alone. She looked around as memories flooded back. Ballet had been a part of her for as long as she could remember. Concerned that Justine's disability might hinder her job prospects, the orphanage's director had signed her up for ballet classes after discovering her talent, despite the lack of funding from the orphanage. All that hard work and dedication was gone like the wind because of her career-ending injury. How could anyone not feel regret? Justine removed her makeup and pressed her hand against her waist, trying to support it as she tiredly headed to the prima ballerina's room. It was dark inside. She reached for the light switch. Suddenly, from the shadows, a hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her inside. Then, the door shut and locked behind her. Panic surged through Justine. The scent enveloping her was familiar. Why was Ash there? Before she could answer her own question, he pressed his lips forcefully against hers. More kisses followed, violent and punishing. Justine wanted to shove him away, but Ash was a hulking mass of angry muscle, dominating her completely. Fear surged as she bit his tongue, tasting blood, but he didn't stop. Jenny had no idea how wrong she was about Justine and Ash's life. Their marriage had been consummated quickly, thanks to the "intervention" of some elders. Although Ash might resent Justine's existence, he was undeniably addicted to her body. They had known each other for so long and so well that they instinctively understood how to arouse and please one another. This knowledge was etched into their flesh, a part of their movements. Justine's thoughts spiraled into chaos. Suddenly, she felt a bite on her shoulder. She could tell Ash was upset just from the strength—and it irritated her. What was his problem?! He had always wanted this divorce! he had signed the paper with his name on the day of their wedding! With Justine gone, he would finally be able to marry the woman he really wanted, right? So why is he angry now? Because she was the one who had suggested it instead of him? The backstage was starting to fill with people. She could even hear one of the assistant artistic directors rushing past her room. If anyone were to knock—or even open—her door, Justine would be famous in the scene for the worst reason possible! Justine bit her lips, forcing herself not to let out even a should. Unfortunately, this only made Ash more beastly. He hated silence, so he did everything he could to make her scream and yelp. - The light was on, bright and blinding. Ash sat languidly on the couch, his shirt and suit surprisingly neat. In contrast, Justine's expensive ballet dress lay torn. After a shower, she slipped into an oversized practice garment while Ash glared at her. "A divorce?" he asked, cutting straight to the chase. It was difficult to discern his emotions from his voice. Justine studied him—he was still as handsome as ever, but gone was the youthful, teenage look she once loved. In its place stood an indifferent, reserved man in a suit. Her eyes no longer sparkled with admiration and yearning when she looked at him. She nodded firmly. Ash snickered. "What? Because of Jenny?" For some reason, the thought of Justine exploding over his affair with Jenny excited him. Unfortunately, she simply shook her head determinedly. "I don't love you anymore," she signed. "That's why I want a divorce." Reality shattered Ash's fleeting excitement. Her straightforwardness left no room for ambiguity—she didn't even hint at clinging. His mind went blank. Suddenly, he recalled that rainy night many years ago when that woman had pushed him into the mud, signing furiously, "I don't love you anymore! I am not your mother! You are disgusting, just like your father! Go away! I don't want to see you anymore!" It felt as though all emotions had drained from him. Ash rose and glared at Justine frostily. "Suit me just fine. You stole this marriage from Jenny back then, anyway. She finally gets what's always been hers." "Congratulations," Justine signed earnestly. Ash was stunned. He had not expected that from her. He remembered Jenny begging Justine not to take him away when Justine had taken out a lipstick and written on the wall, right in front of their parents, 'He is mine, and only mine!' The same woman… just congratulated Jenny. Rage inexplicably flared within him. Granted, this marriage should have ended sooner. It had been delayed because she had saved his life while sustaining grievous injuries a year ago, but now she was the one requesting a divorce. That worked to Ash's advantage, right? He had no reason to be mad. "My lawyer will contact you tomorrow at noon to finalize our divorce," he said. Justine nodded. Surprisingly, she felt not a hint of sadness or longing. "Good. We can announce our divorce at the family dinner tomorrow evening," she signed. Ash looked away from her. she had this all planned out, hadn't she? It was as if she could not wait to have every tie with him severed. Chapter 3 Ash sneered and went through the door. Justine watched his hulking frame, suddenly recalling hazy memories of her teenage past: a younger version of him, tall and lean, with his back against her. Despite her earlier calm, she felt a sharp pain in her chest. "Justine…" He had stopped by the door and turned to face her. "I no longer answer to my grandfather, Justine. So there's zero chance of you going back to being my wife after this. Don't regret it. "And most importantly—don't give Jenny trouble. You've tormented her enough." Ash understood how obsessive her love had been. Justine's life was so devoid of meaning that the only two things she had were ballet and him. This was why Ash was convinced that Justine's sudden change of attitude stemmed from spite after seeing Jenny. Once she calmed down, he was sure she would regret this decision. His job was to ensure her regret was futile. She could no longer return to him—and he would never accept her. Justine was kind and courteous to everyone except Jenny. Ash had never managed to protect her well enough—the poor girl had endured much of Justine's wrath. That was why he was determined not to let Jenny suffer for him any longer, no matter how hysterical Justine could be. "Trust me, Mr. Vanderbilt. You should say this to her," Justine signed, her eyes gentle as always. "She should not mess with me." Otherwise, Jenny would suffer worse. - Justine was nothing if not determined. When Ash was her prize, no one—not could have gotten in her way. But now that she wanted him out of her life, she wouldn't shed a tear for him. After Ash left, Justine cleaned up the room. She picked up the torn pieces of her favorite ballet dress. It had been tailor-made for her—a piece of luxury she had won in an international competition. Fixing it would require a lot of money. She had to demand compensation for it in the divorce agreement! Just then, she heard Iris' voice from outside. "Jean? Are you up?" The performances had ended a while ago. Iris had arrived earlier, but the light in the room had been off, so she had assumed Justine had been sleeping. Justine lit a lavender candle, and once the stench of Ash's intrusion faded, she opened the door. "It's over?" she signed. "Other troupes have all left except for your group! Everyone's waiting for you at the party," Iris replied, doing her best to mask her sadness. Yes, it was a party, all right—a farewell party. Suddenly, Justine's phone rang, startling her. Few people ever called her phone. Those who knew her preferred video calls. But this was an audio call. "Looks like a landline number," Iris murmured. She quickly looked it up on the Internet. "That's… Eudaimonia Home in Saintwood. Why is a nursing home calling you at this hour?" Justine answered the call before Iris finished her explanation. "Is this Justine Thorpe? Good evening. This is Eudaimonia Home. Mrs. Aurora Roch hasn't been feeling too well for the past two days. If you can, please come here as soon as possible. She would like to meet you." Justine was shocked. - The trip took three hours, and it was already one in the morning when Justine arrived. The nurse who had called her led Justine to Aurora's room. "She's been expecting you," the young woman said. The sight of a sickly, bony woman on a sickbed greeted Justine. Aurora had once been the director of Glascape Orphanage and had been a mother figure who raised Justine. She was the one who had recognized the potential ballerina in her and let her shine. Three years ago… While suffering from an incurable disease, Justine's grandfather found her in the orphanage and wanted her to return home. Justine refused—until some bloggers discovered Glascape Island. The rustic beauty of the fishing town quickly spread across the Internet, attracting several corporations eager to transform it into a tourist destination. At that critical moment, Aurora was diagnosed with stomach cancer. Justine faced a difficult choice. She needed money to prevent the island's purchase and save Aurora. Thus, she approached her grandfather and agreed to a deal. Soon after, Aurora informed Justine that she had contacted a hospital abroad where she would receive treatment. They parted ways but promised to stay in touch. "The treatment went well," she would say. "I met someone I love in the wonderful continent of Aestra. I would like to spend my last few years there." Justine believed her. Aurora had discovered her stomach cancer at an early stage, so her chances of recovery were high. Justine sincerely hoped Aurora was living happily out there, free from any shackles. Then Justine decided to marry Ash. That was when Aurora suddenly came to see her. They had a big argument, and afterward, Aurora stopped contacting Justine. - For years, Justine had been trying to locate Aurora. She would ask around and chase down leads, but she never managed to find her—until today. On her way to the hospital, the nurse provided details about Aurora's illness. The cancer cells had been spreading even back when they had their fight. "Jean, is that you?" Aurora's voice sounded familiar and foreign at the same time. Justine approached her, choking back tears. Aurora examined her face and smiled. "Oh, Jean. You're even more beautiful now!" she whispered. Justine studied her in disbelief. Suffering had taken so much from her. Aurora was left with nothing but bones and skin! Justine could not help but cry. "I thought you found someone you love! A-And you're spending your last days somewhere in Aestra!" Justine signed slowly. "So why are you here? Why are you… dying?" Aurora's eyes reddened. "I'm so sorry. I lied." Justine cast her eyes at Aurora's face, shakily holding her hands. She pressed her forehead against the back of Aurora's hands—just like she used to when she was a child. But there was no warmth left in Aurora's hands. They were frighteningly cold. "Love, you're all grown up now. You have to… learn to accept death… Mine… and Ares'..." Ares… Justine felt her blood freeze. Memories flooded her—it was a beautiful day. A young man ran across the white waves as they rolled. He laughed and turned back to her, his smile brighter than the sun. "Come over here for a hug, Little Justine!" he had called. Pain coursed through Justine’s limbs. She met Aurora's gaze, her eyes brimming with tears of agony. Chapter 4 Aurora knew exactly what was on her mind. She had raised this child, after all. Half a year after Ares' death, the Thorpe family located Justine in Glascape. Aurora hadn't wanted to be separated from the young woman, but Justine's worsening mental state had made her reconsider. Justine had taken it poorly, wasting all her time searching for news about a man who was already dead. She had been a woman possessed—everyone feared she would become more self-destructive. Aurora had hoped that sending Justine away to a new place with her original family might help her move on. That was why she had accepted the Thorpes' offer. Thus, Justine returned to Sol. Who would have thought Justine would marry someone not long after? Aurora knew how much Justine had loved Ares. There was no way she could have accepted another man in her life so soon—let alone a husband. Fearing it was a political marriage of convenience at the cost of her child's agency, Aurora had rushed to Sol. That was when she met Ash Vanderbilt. The young man had just returned from studying abroad. Most terrifying, though, was how much he resembled Ares physically. The only difference between them was the feeling they evoked. Justine had gone mad! She had latched onto Ash as if he were her last hope, utterly convinced in her denial that Ash Vanderbilt was an amnesiac Ares Vance. Any mention of the truth—Ares' death—would send Justine into uncontrollable hysteria. So why was she so different today? Why was she looking at Aurora with such crushing dejection in her eyes… without a single retort of denial? "Y-You know… he's not him, d-don't you?" Aurora whispered shakily. Justine nodded tearfully. Of course, she knew! Ahhh, Ash could not muster even the smallest amount of the kindness Ares had so effortlessly displayed. However, back then, Justine could not bear the thought of living in a world without Ares. She had deluded herself, clinging to an impostor, surviving through Ash's superficial semblance of him. How else could she have lived this long? But Ash... was a disappointment. He wore those suits so frequently now that it had become harder and harder to see Ares' ghost in him. Aurora let out a pained sob. "No, no, no. How cruel has he been to you…" How cruel had Ash been to Justine? How much hurt had she endured to break a spell so ingrained in her? What had it taken for Justine to admit she had been living in a delusion? The implication stabbed Aurora like a knife. The equipment connected to her began to beep shrillily in alarm. Justine panicked. She was about to call the nurse when Aurora suddenly grabbed her wrist. "Jean… once I'm gone, you're not bound to anyone in this world anymore… Do you understand me?" she croaked. "Leave them. Go home. L-Live… your life... You are free, Jean." Justine nodded frantically, pressing the emergency button over and over. Aurora's breathing grew erratic, but her eyes were fixed on Justine. She could not leave just yet. Her precious girl was still there, all alone. No one would stand for her. No one would speak for her. Alone. "J-Jean..." she whispered one last time, holding Justine's hand. "C-Call me..." Justine trembled. "Call me... M-Mom..." Aurora exhausted all her strength. Her body collapsed into Justine's arms, her breath short. The old woman was hyperventilating, looking at Justine with a pleading gaze. Justine had not been born mute. It was trauma—from before her time in the orphanage—that had caused her mutism. Aurora had taken her to countless specialists, but the effects of the treatments had been discouragingly small. Now, all Justine could hear was the ringing in her ears. She nodded vigorously and opened her mouth, trying to force out a sound. Her throat felt strange. Panic welled inside her. Time seemed to slow. All she could produce was silence. The nurses rushed into the room, and Justine felt herself being pulled away from Aurora. Chaos surrounded her, accompanied by the incessant ringing in her ears. It wasn't until she heard the long beep from the machine that the ringing finally subsided. One of the nurses gently closed Aurora's eyes. She had been watching Justine until the very end. Then, they covered her pain-twisted face with a piece of white cloth. It was not the first corpse Justine had ever seen. The first time was at a funeral home in Glascape. Aurora had howled, her voice thick with tears, "Ares! no, no!" 'You see this, Ares? You loved me so much, and yet I wasn't there when you ended your life. I never even visited you once in so many years. 'She raised me, right? She just wanted me to call her Mom. And I couldn't even do that. 'I'm a terrible person,' Justine thought. - Aurora had left notes for her burial. There was to be no funeral. She wanted to be cremated immediately. She had also appointed Justine to decide what to do with her ashes and belongings. As Aurora was pushed into the crematory, the nurse who had cared for her the longest collapsed to her knees in tears, howling. But Justine could only watch in cursed silence. Her lips were pale as she tried to call out to Aurora in her mind. - The first snow had arrived on Sol. Ash's meeting had just ended. Robin Letto, his secretary, rushed to his side. "Mr. Vanderbilt! Ms. Pearce said she can't seem to contact Mrs. Vanderbilt," she said hesitantly, too afraid to even breathe too loudly. Ash’s mood had been in the gutters today. It was as if the air itself could freeze around him. Logically, after regaining full control over the family business and outmaneuvering his uncles, Ash should have been overjoyed. Yet, he was the exact opposite. Ash frowned. "Fine." He expected her to regret it, but he hadn't expected it to happen so soon. Now, divorce was back on the table. Despite Ash's thoughts, there was a renewed spring in his step, something even he failed to notice. Nearby, Robin acutely sensed the change in his demeanor. His mood, unexpectedly, seemed to have improved. Ash returned to his office and booted up his laptop. The document he had been working on appeared on the screen: the divorce agreement. He had been revising the terms of the compensation Justine was entitled to receive. The offers were generous. The money alone would be enough for her to live comfortably for a lifetime. He had purchased a property for her abroad. Knowing she had been accepted as the prima ballerina of the Academie Royale, he had bought her a villa in Voue, the capital city of Charlemagne, where the ballet company was based. To Ash, these gestures were his way of expressing gratitude for saving his life. - At noon, a meticulously dolled-up Jenny stepped into Ash's car, and they drove to a Michelin-starred restaurant she had been eager to visit for ages. Grinning sweetly, she cooed, "Ngaww, I don't know what came over me! I just had to eat at this restaurant! You're such a gem, Ashie!" Ash smiled faintly. "I'm glad you're happy." Jenny nodded firmly. "Of course I am! You're always so nice to me." She hesitated for a moment. "Um… Did Justine… you know…" Ash's smile faded. "Let's just eat." Jenny felt a surge of satisfaction at his darkened expression at the mere mention of Justine. 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