.®.®.®.®.®.Chapter 3.®.®.®.®.®.
A Worse Start
Washington D.C.
August 12, 7:00 EDT
That morning took its sweet time reaching Grace Emilia Ross. After knocking her alarm clock off the nightstand, dropping the soap bottle on her foot, getting shampoo in her eyes, loosing her brush behind the sink, not being able to find what she wanted to wear, and tripping over her dog, she was sent flying down the stairs, only to be caught in someones quick arms.
"You okay?" The disguised Boy Wonder asked her, placing her back on her feet.
"I was," she grumbled, pulling her thin, black 셔츠 down. She was...
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