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SEVENTEEN

Author: Hummingbird
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-08 23:39:20

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Camille folded the olive dress she had bought earlier this morning. It was all part of her grand plan and yet it was so risky that she trembled from the fear of being caught.

Nathan was obviously not over Diana yet and he was paying no attention to her or Ashley.

She had to plan, she was more than desperate at this point.

She dropped the dress into a box and picked up a pen and paper. She wondered what kind of message would make Diana sick to the stomach, the kind that would make her want to stab Nathan instead of actually going back into his arms.

She did not really have anything in mind as she started writing, but when she was done, she was proud of herself.

She smiled sweetly and tucked the note into the dress. She tied the box with a ribbon and she handed it over to her driver.

“Deliver this to the address I texted you. When they ask who gave you the note, say it was meant for Diana, okay?”

The man nodded and she handed him a wad of cash.

“Thank you so much, Miss Camil
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