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Chapter 93: Standing Beside Him

Author: Ivy Rose
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-08-27 19:00:09

POV: Charlotte

The event had been on the calendar for six weeks.

A Blackwood Foundation benefit, the kind of thing that existed on the social calendar of the city’s philanthropic world as a fixed point around which other things were scheduled, and canceling it would have sent a specific message that Damien had decided he was not going to send. So we were going, and we both knew why we were going, and neither of us discussed it in those terms because discussing it in those term
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