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Chapter Eighty Three The Ring

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Jordan gave Damian a dry jacket from somewhere.

It did not fit. It belonged to someone on the crew and it was too wide in the shoulders and too short in the sleeve and Damian wore it anyway because the alternative was standing in his soaked jacket for the rest of the evening and he was not going to do that. He rolled the sleeves. He accepted a towel and dried his face and hair and handed it back. His trousers were still wet. His shoes were still wet. There was nothing to be done about that.

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Greekmama
Did the author mix stories? Am I reading a different book? Because I could have sworn this is Helenas people celebrating her. Not giving platform and celebrating a woman who has done everything to destroy Helena..make it make sense
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Just Erica
Damien is a coward. He knows that Camilla always does this but doesn't say anything bc he has no proof. you idiot, you know she is lying and instead of calling her out, you allowed her to steal Helena's moment. I hope she moves on w/Adrian. & Jordan you know Helena's history. WHY invite them?
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Margaret
The spineless Damien should have said something. Also Jordan knew about Camilla so why is she so friendly now??
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