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Chapter 13: The Rehearsal Shift

作者: Sonia writes
last update publish date: 2026-07-17 13:56:17

The grand ballroom of Chateau Reed looked like a fortress of glass and ice. Massive crystal chandeliers hung from the timber ceilings, casting a cold, brilliant glow over two hundred high-society guests. In the corner, the ice sculpture stood perfectly straight, its daylight spectrum lighting making the Westbrook crest look like a flawless diamond.

I smoothed down the skirt of my midnight-blue gown. Beside me, Axel stood completely at ease. Every trace of emotion from our terrace kiss had vani
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