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The wine had been reduced to half.
Alliana's face was now entirely red. Her eyes were hazy.
That memory was engraved in her mind. It was one of the saving grace she had with her sisters.
She remembered the times when her third sister liked her the most.
But that little girl grew up. Her little sister had let go of the hold in her dress and was now running towards a place where Alliana could not reach.
At the end of that path, was not her. But strangers.
Alliana did not dare to look away from them. So she was really taken aback by her sister's sudden change.
She was not her sister's favorite person anymore. She was not the little girl who only needed her. She become a person who needed others to be happy.
Alliana angrily took a sip. The wine muddled her. Making her inner depressing thoughts came out.
When did Angel start to get distant from her?
How could she let go of her hold like that?
