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31. The Last Gala

مؤلف: Marlize Beneke
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Claire's POV

The moment I stepped through the staff entrance the familiar energy of the Laurent Foundation Gala wrapped itself around me.

People hurried through the backstage corridors carrying flower arrangements, clipboards, trays of champagne and boxes of last-minute decorations. Someone was speaking urgently into a headset while another employee disappeared through the ballroom doors with a stack of place cards balanced against her chest.

For a brief second, I simply stood there.

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