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2026-05-15 05:13:19Chapter 34: First Public Night
The charity gala was a glittering trap wrapped in black tie and champagne.Crystal chandeliers dripped light over the ballroom of Chicago’s historic Drake Hotel. NHL players mingled with sponsors, celebrities, and old money in tuxedos that cost more than my first car. Laughter and clinking glasses filled the air, but all I could focus on was the heat of Callan’s hand resting possessively at the small of my back as we stepped into the room toget
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