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Chapter 66

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Edward’s pov

I looked around as the waiters walked around serving while the cooks made meals that people enjoyed.

We all moved like liquid mercury, calibrated down to our lightest particle. In short, it was perfect.

Then Oscar Monroe walked in.

I frowned and started to wonder what chaos he would cause.

He strode in thirty minutes late, naturally, that cocky grin on his face like it made up fifty percent of the oxygen he inhaled.

I watched him walk to his seat and get served as I looked around for other sources of entertainment.

Ten minutes in, and Oscar was clapping. Actually clapping.

"For fuck sake," I muttered.

Heads turned. His voice carried. I think a few people looked amused; others looked annoyed. I was definitely one of the latter.

“I have to meet the chef!” he announced loudly enough for at least half the room to hear him say it. “Somebody find me the artist who created this magic!”

I’d already started down the steps when one of the waiters skittered off toward the kitchen,
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