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    “Yeah. Got it.”


    Dolores and Dustin clung to each other as they stumbled into the hotel next door.


    “Wee,” the receptionist greeted them with a polite smile.


    Dolores fished out her identity card from her bag and pped it on the counter. “Give me your best suite—the absolute fanciest!”


    The receptionist, clearly no stranger to scenes like this, stayed calm. Her eyes flicked between them, noticing they were a bit tipsy.


    “I’ll need your ID card too, sir.”


    Dustin froze. His mind went nk. Why would he need to show his identity card? He wasn’t nning to go home.


    Growing impatient, Dolores gave him a shove. “What are you waiting for? I’m about to pass out from exhaustion!”


    “Oh, right. Right.” Dustin quickly pulled out his identity card and handed it over.


    With room cards in hand, they leaned on each other and made their way to the suite.


    The moment they stepped inside, Dolores started undressing without saying a word.


    Dustin, still by the door, turned around to find her already down to her underwear. His eyes widened. The alcohol in his system seemed to vanish instantly.


    He stammered, “Dolores! Why are you taking your clothes off?”


    Your imagination thrives at  punt


    She frowned sleepily and mumbled, “I’m going to shower and sleep. What else do you expect me to do?”


    Without waiting for a reply, she padded into the bathroom.


    Once the shock faded, Dustin said, “Be careful in there. Don’t slip.”


    “I’ve been drunk before. It’s nothing new,” she replied. Standing under the spray, she added in a distant voice, “Back when thepany was falling apart, I drank every night. Got wasted.”


    Dustin’s thoughts shed back to that night four years ago—when he had seen her being humiliated at a business dinner.


    He lowered his gaze and stayed quiet for a moment. Then, gently, he said, “You’ve really been through a lot.”


    He managed a soft smile. “But things are better now. Your firm is doing great. The designer you sent to thepetition even took first ce. That’s huge.”


    Doloresthered on some body wash, her face glowing with pride.


    “That was Linsey. Of course she won. She’s brilliant.”


    Dustin blinked, stunned. “Wait… Are you saying Aurora is Linsey?” He remembered clearly—Collin had gone to see the contestant in Booth 3, and it hadn’t been Linsey.


    His mind raced in circles.


    It all made sense now. No wonder Collin kept saying Aurora reminded him of Linsey. He was right all along.


    What Dustin didn’t know was that Collin had already figured out who she really was.


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