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Chapter 41

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Sage's POV

The clatter of plates felt impossibly loud in the otherwise hushed dining room. Each step I took toward the table was a battle and a forced march against the tide of humiliation that threatened to drag me under. My fingers trembled as I set the heavy platter down, the aroma of sizzling steak and roasted vegetables doing little to calm my churning stomach. I plastered a smile on my face. It was a bright and empty gesture that felt more like a grimace.

Just get through this, Sage. Just get through this.

Rina was engrossed in conversation with one of her impeccably dressed friends with her back to me. A small mercy, for which I was disproportionately grateful.

Her oblivious presence was a shield, allowing me to focus on the simple yet monumental task of serving their meal without drawing attention to myself. My head remained bowed as I meticulously poured the deep crimson wine, the liquid glinting under the soft restaurant lights. They were clearly on a double date, their la
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