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Chapter 139: Best Friends
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2025-05-04 08:02:33The morning light streamed through the massive, floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room, filling the space. The wide, sunlit room looked like something from a magazine spread—polished marble floors, pale cream walls lined with intricate crown moldings, and plush, oversized couches in soft champagne hues. The chandelier above sparkled subtly, catching the light.
In the center of it all, a long rectangular table had been set up—draped in white linen and neatly arranged with tasting plates, tiny glasses, and silver utensils.
Susan and a few of the maids bustled quietly nearby, arranging fresh pitchers of water and clearing empty plates.
And at the far end of the room stood a cluster of smartly dressed individuals from Champagne and Roses Events Company, all smiling with their clipboards in hand and their nerves barely hidden beneath their professional exteriors.
In the midst of it all—
I sat poised at the head of the table, wearing a simple but el
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