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Chapter 67: The Grand Entrance

Auteur: Sire Bliss
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*D-day of the Engagement*

The car stopped in front of the Plaza, and my stomach tried to climb out of my throat.

“Breathe,” Clara said beside me, her hand finding mine in the dark backseat. “You’ve got this.”

I nodded, but I wasn’t sure I believed it. Through the tinted window, I could see the red carpet, the photographers lined up like soldiers, the guests in their glittering gowns and designer suits. Somewhere inside that building, Adrian and Vivian were celebrating their engagement.

Their engagement.

The words still tasted like poison.

“Ready?” our driver asked, hand on the door.

No. I wasn’t ready. I’d never be ready to walk into that building and congratulate the man who destroyed me on his future with the woman who stole everything.

But I was doing it anyway.

“Ready,” I said.

The door opened, and the night air hit my face, cool and sharp. I stepped out, one heel on the pavement, then the other. Stood. Straightened. Let my dress fall into place around me.

I’d spent three days cho
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