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CHAPTER 33.

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Cole’s POV.

The Gstaad Palace Hotel was a castle straight out of a fairy tale, turrets and all, glowing gold against the snowy night.

I adjusted my tuxedo jacket as the valet opened the door of the Rolls Royce. Flashbulbs popped instantly—the Swiss paparazzi were more polite than the Americans, but they were just as persistent.

"Ready?" I asked, leaning back into the car to offer my hand to Sabrina.

She hesitated for a fraction of a second before placing her hand in mine. She slid out, and the cameras went wild.

She looked ethereal. We had spent the afternoon preparing for this. She was wearing a midnight-blue velvet gown with long sleeves and an empire waist that draped elegantly over her growing bump that resulted from bloating due to the pregnancy. Her hair was swept up, revealing the diamond drop earrings I had surprised her with an hour ago.

She didn't look like a scandal. She looked like a queen.

"Stay close to me," I murmured, tucking her hand into the crook of my arm as we wal
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