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CH.8

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DELLA

The Mercedes glided into the dim, subterranean parking level beneath Maison Vane, stopping inside the private executive bay.

Hayes cut the engine and the silence that followed was thick, almost unbearable.

"You can't walk into that boutique looking like this," Mireille said at last.

The cruelty was gone, replaced by a thin, desperate edge. "Your face is marked. Madame Vane is a gossip monger."

"Give me your bag." My voice was flat, devoid of any warmth.

Mireille was displeased with my ton
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