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Chapter 53

作者: A novel by Nancy
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The bouquet is the first thing Adrianna sees.

White lilies, wrapped in pale paper, their fragrance soft but insistent. They look almost out of place in Bianca’s hands, as though she’s carrying someone else’s heart. Adrianna blinks at them, startled, and her gaze slides toward Lance. He stands a few feet away, a glass of wine in hand, his expression unreadable—though his eyes linger on her, watching, measuring.

The silence stretches until Bianca, ever the performer, breaks it.

“These,” she says brightly, lifting the bouquet toward Adrianna, “are from my brother.”

Adrianna’s lips part. “Adrian…?”

“Yes, Adrian,” Bianca confirms, almost sing-song, as if the name itself is something she enjoys rolling on her tongue. “He insisted I bring them to you. Practically begged me, actually. You should have seen him—pacing his study like some lovesick schoolboy.” She giggles, tilting her head. “So dramatic.”

A surprised laugh slips from Adrianna before she can stop it. Her heart stirs with warmth, e
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