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mariana was the last person noelle wanted to see. they avoided each other like the plague, where once they were tangled in each other’s arms, never seen without the other. and now here they were, so far removed from one another that noelle didn’t bother thinking of the other, unless you counted every single night she had obsessed over what she’d done wrong, what she could have done differently, why after all this time she still wished her the best. “mariana,” she states in a cold tone, trying to close herself off, “didn’t expect to see you here, but then again i didn’t expect for you to break up our engagement, so what do i really know right? what are you doing here anyways? didn’t i make it explicitly clear for you to not step foot in my bakery?” the words are rapid fire, trying to avoid any word of truth. the ‘i miss you’ and ‘i love you’s.