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Chapter 73: Vanessa's Observation

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The gala had been a disaster for Aurora, but for Vanessa Leigh, it was a resurrection.

She stood in the humid, earth-scented shadows of the conservatory, concealed behind a dense wall of weeping figs. The air here was heavy, cloying with the smell of damp soil and expensive orchids, a stark contrast to the crisp, air-conditioned chill of the main ballroom.

In her hand, the stem of a crystal champagne flute felt fragile, ready to snap. She hadn't taken a sip. Alcohol would dull the edge, and ton
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