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No Room for Regret

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KIER'S POV:

Celestine walks in.

And for a moment, I do not recognize her.

She is wearing a cream colored dress, simple and elegant. Her hair is down, falling in soft waves around her shoulders, and her face is clean of makeup except for a little something on her lips. She looks younger than I remember, more beautiful.

She looks like what she is. An heiress. A Valancourt. Someone who outranks me in every possible way.

I stand up amd my mouth opens but nothing comes out.

She did not smile nor did
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Oh Keir.... shaking my head. wait until you meet the real Sable who wanted to trap you with a child and only loves herself lol
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