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Chapter 67: The Painter

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Miranda arrived on a Tuesday.

Isabella watched from the window of the café as the taxi pulled up to the curb, its engine humming, its door opening. A woman stepped out tall, elegant, with dark hair and eyes that seemed to see everything. She was beautiful in the way that paintings were beautiful timeless, haunting, unforgettable.

Sebastian was already outside, his hands shaking, his face pale.

He had been waiting for this moment for years. Had flown to Paris, had found her gallery, had stood in
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