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Chapter 12: The Gala

작가: Sarah John
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Valentina POV

The Palazzo Reale looked exactly like a building that had never once worried about money. It sat at the end of the street like it owned the city. Every window was lit. Every surface was gold. Two men in white gloves stood at the entrance. They opened doors for people who were able to open doors themselves.

Edoardo had been fixing his tie since we left the hotel.

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