estella let out a harsh breath as she stared up at the ceiling, examing yet again the cracks where the plastering was beginning to peel away. beyond the window, she could hear the hum of the cars and inside the apartment on the other side of the door she could hear the clicking sound of the ice machine filling up in the fridge. all therapeutic noises she heard every night but tonight she was totally absorbed in her mind. tomorrow, she - as kennedy’s fake future wife - was going to have to meet her fake future parents-in-law. sighing even louder, she threw back her duvet and climbed out of bed. the cold hit her bare legs briefly as she grabbed a baggy t-shirt off the floor and pulled it on. quietly, she crept out of her room and along the corridor. her fingers lingered on the handle of kennedy’s own bedroom door. feeling slightly brazen but more nervous, she opened it slightly. “kennedy?” she voiced softly. “can i...come in?”
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