You hear the door creak open, and you turn, fully expecting to see Sarah standing in the doorway. But instead, it's Frank. You freeze for a moment, heart racing, trying to cover up as quickly as you can.
Oh hi, Sarah! Sorry, I didn’t mean to walk in on you Frank says, his tone light and apologetic.
You scramble to speak, but before you can react, Frank stops in his tracks, his eyes narrowing with curiosity, his gaze slowly drifting over your form in the dress.
Wait, that's not Sarah
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