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The Gala Invitation.

作者: Pr3shy V.
last update 公開日: 2026-09-23 02:52:07

~ Ivy Monroe ~

The silver envelope hit the center of my drawing table with a heavy slap. The embossed lettering caught the afternoon light, shining right in my face: The Ashbourne Cultural Foundation Annual Benefactors’ Ball.

My stomach twisted into a knot so tight it took my breath away.

The room seemed to shrink. I closed my eyes, and instantly, the memory tore through me. The smell of sweet floral perfume and sour wine. The sharp smack of my head hitting the polished stone. The terrible, war
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