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He pushes on the suides me over to the scale "Because, Rook, this is irls, I run the closet, and I take it very seriously So now that the contract is signed, I have to keep track of you Please, step on the scale"

I think I feel sick He gets to weigh h you?" he asks with an annoyed look on his face

"It’s degrading You’re reducing me to a number"

"It’s not just a nuoes hot with anger "Indicator of what?"

"Of whether or not you are following the rules we have in place for keeping thea certain way"

He waits as I process what he just said and then reads my silence as acceptance and pushes me until I step on the scale He steps around to the other side and writes the number down in a tablet I can’t see the number because it’s hidden from this side

"Well?"

"Well, what?" he asks, pushingat h?"

"It’s just a nuh"

"Why not? It seeh people and then keep it a secret if you ask h, only in whether or not you change fro frolad I did not decide to rely on Ronin Flynn, because he’s an assle I choose the sa to look at the clothes

It’s a pink knee-length dress and it’s straight out of Gidget I stand on my tip toes and peek over the door

Ronin ser at ain

I slip out of ot a squared-off neckline that plunges right down to h on et today

"There’s no shoes," I call out