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Chapter 27

Author: InkHeart
last update publish date: 2026-05-17 09:09:51

Patricia Calloway did not do anything halfway.

This extended to New Year's Eve, which she treated as a personal challenge — the final event of the year, the one that had to send everyone home feeling like something good was coming. She had been hosting New Year's at the brownstone for fifteen years and had refined it into something that felt effortless precisely because of how much effort went into it.

Champagne. The good kind. Gerald's playlist, which was — against all reasonable expectation
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