They stood in woods, their once-glamorous ballgowns torn and dirty. Lord Percy’s body lay in a shallow grave at their feet, the soil hastily thrown over him. It had been an accident—he pushed too far, crossed a line.
They dragged him here, far from the glowing ballroom where the laughter had died. Now, their hands were bloodied, their faces pale, but no one would ever know. They turned back toward the estate, their secret buried deep, glittering gowns ruined and trailing through the dark.
“Never speak of it again,” she whispered.
(God bless you chat GPT 🙏🏻😂)
POV - you get rid of the evidence with your bestie.
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