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Thirty one -Grace Revoked

Author: V.Grey
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-10 23:01:15

Alessandra.

The music, the wine, the service, everything looked spectacular, This was the definition of a black-tie high-class event. Glossy marble floors, strings playing in the background ,people dripping in elegance , money and secrets.

The pre-auction event was Texas Hold’em and it was probably going to start soon. The air buzzed with soft chatter and laughter, like everyone knew something I didn’t. I was already on my third glass of champagne. If Jeremy noticed, he didn’t remember or didn’t care. Maybe both.

“We should go… meet someone,” he said, gently tugging me as we moved toward a pair that had just arrived—an absolute mountain of a man and a smaller, younger-looking woman beside him.

What was it with men at these events and looking like villainous versions of the Grinch?

But this man was different; he had an eye patch, jagged scar cutting through the damaged eye, and a cane that he turned in along with his coat. The lady beside him though looked regal. Ethereal Even Th
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Alessandra U Aren't happy and even breaking inside yet u still show fake smiled to avoid Killian ignoring u
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