Blake's Pheromone Predicament Chapter 24

At seven o'clock sharp, I promise to open my eyes.

The dome is hung with murals depicting birds flying in the blue sky.

The early winter sun shone into the room, misty and white. She stared at it for a few seconds, then got up to wash up.

This is the seventh day of the promised "public apology".

All of her social platform accounts have been attacked, and her few updates have generated more than 100,000 hateful comments. Hara**ment messages have filled the mailbox. Some people even inquired about her hotel check-in information, flower baskets, A wreath, or even a black and white portrait with "Dian" written all over the frame.