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The Anniversary Dinner.

Author: Preshy
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-03-17 20:11:37

~ Amara ~

“You look adequate,” Gideon said, not lifting his eyes from the financial report on his tablet. We were sitting in the back of the Maybach, the leather seats cold against my skin. It had been exactly one month since I signed my life away on a mahogany desk in Linden Row. One month of being a Moore. One month of learning that silence could be a physical weight.

I smoothed the silk of my dress, a deep emerald green that Helena had picked out for me. It felt like a costume. Everything
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