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20. The Ceremony

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SOFIA

The hall was massive and elegant, and it echoed with the buzz of nervous laughter and hurried footsteps. There were several tall pillars which stretched to a a vaulted ceiling that sparkled from dozens of chandeliers, and crimson banners with Yale's insignia that hung from every corner. It looked like the hall had been decorated for the Met Gala or another prestigious occasion, and I felt so small standing there and watching all the smiling faces around me

It should've felt like a celebration. But all I could think about was my plan. All I could think about was the fact that today was the day that would make or break my future.

I tugged slightly at the hem of my dress while I scanned the room casually, looking for any sign of the handsome devil. He wasn't here yet, but I had timed my arrival carefully. I knew how these ceremonies usually played out, and knowing how important Adrian DeLuca was, he would want to make an entrance. I couldn’t picture him sitting her nonchalant
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