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The Storm in Silk

Author: Oathpen
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-23 22:23:41

Ava's Point of view

The air swelled with anxiety the instant Rachel went further into the ballroom. The cameras hadn't quit flashing from our planned photo-op yet, but now they had a new target. Damian's ex-fiancee. The woman the city once imagined he'd marry. The person who had disappeared almost as mysteriously as I had.

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding against my ribs like a war drum. Her smirk was not just haughty; it was poisonous. And worse? It was intended directly at me. "Well, this got interesting," I said under my breath, forcing a slight smile as I leaned closer to Damian for effect. His jaw clinched. "She wasn't supposed to be here, why is she here?"

"Clearly," I said, still smiling but these questions are in my heart as we turned to greet her.

Rachel arrived with all the grace of a queen reclaiming her lost kingdom. She donned a crimson silk gown with her black hair wearing over one shoulder and a diamond choker that sparkled like poison around her neck.
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