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Margaret's words were sharp and deliberate, each one landing like a needle driven into Quentin's skin. He didn't seem bothered by any of it, but Talia had reached her limit.She stepped forward and planted herself between them, her expression cool and steady as she met Margaret's arrogant gaze."Mrs. Lane, today is supposed to be a happy occasion for the Lane family. You've done nothing but run your mouth since you opened it. Does that make you feel cultured? Important? Well-bred?"Joseph had been standing beside Margaret just moments ago, but a few people had pulled him aside for conversation, leaving Margaret on her own.Talia didn't care how many eyes were on her, and she certainly didn't care about the whispers around the room.All she knew was that she was doing exactly what she should be doing. Standing up for Quentin was her job as his girlfriend, and she wasn't about to shrink from it.In front of every guest at the reception, Talia didn't spare Margaret an ounce of digni

Talia stood among the crowd in a champagne-colored gown that traced the curve of her waist, her makeup flawless. She looked like she'd stepped straight out of a painting.Lucas and Seamus hadn't exactly been subtle with their greetings, and her cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment.The people nearby had already started whispering."Mr. Jensen and Mr. Merritt seem so friendly with her. Is she really Quentin's fiancee?""No way. The infamous playboy has finally settled down?""What kind of spell did she cast to make Mr. Henderson commit?""Honestly, why couldn't I have been the one to tame him?"The murmurs kept coming, and Talia felt the heat rising in her face. She looked up at Lucas and Seamus as they approached and gave them a warm smile. "You made it."Lucas plucked a flute of champagne from a passing tray, his long fingers lazily tilting the glass as the pale liquid swirled around the rim. His dark eyes were lowered, and he wore the faintest trace of a smile.Seamus, mea

Talia stood beside Quentin, her gaze fixed on the entrance along with everyone else's. She was waiting for Nancy to appear, just like every other guest in the room.But two full minutes had passed since the emcee's announcement, and there was still no sign of her.Murmurs began to swell beneath the stage."What's the bride doing? It's time. So why isn't she coming out?""Did she change her mind? Because if she doesn't want him, I'll gladly take her place.""This is Christian Lane we're talking about. Is she really pulling a power move before she's even walked down the aisle?"The chatter grew louder, and Margaret's patience snapped. She turned on Jennifer with a glare. "Where the hell is your daughter? What is she playing at?"Jennifer was starting to panic too. She had been looking forward to this wedding for a long time. After that day, the Yorks would have a real connection to the Lane family, and she would finally be part of their world.The last thing she needed was someth

After Christian announced that the meal was simply his treat and that there would be no ceremony, he left the hall without saying another word.Even with him gone, Talia couldn't shake the restless feeling gnawing at her. Quentin kept trying to reassure her, telling her everything would be fine, but the anxiety refused to let go.What was supposed to be a grand wedding had turned into nothing. The lavish decorations, the meticulously arranged stage, all of it suddenly felt like a punchline to a joke no one had asked for.Quentin noticed that Talia was still feeling unsettled. He shifted his chair closer until he was pressed against her side, his eyes steady and serious as he studied her face. He could see the worry written all over it."I'm right here," he said gently."No matter what happens, I'll be standing in front of you. As for whether Christian's wedding works out or not, there are really only two outcomes for us. Either he marries Nancy and makes the divorce easier, or he

Christian stood facing the floor-to-ceiling window, his reflection staring back at him in the glass. Every line of his face, every shift in his expression, was perfectly visible.Margaret locked onto his reflection, her fury building with every second.He saw how angry she was and actually laughed. "Weren't you the one who was against me marrying Nancy from the start? Now I'm not marrying her. You got what you wanted. So why are you upset?"Margaret let out a bitter laugh of her own. "What I wanted? Christian, the truth is you never loved her at all. You just didn't know how to turn her down, so you let this whole circus play out until it fell apart on its own."Christian's voice went cold. "That's enough. I haven't divorced Talia yet. She's still your daughter-in-law, so remember that before you start speaking up for someone else."Something inside Margaret snapped. She raised her hand and slapped him hard across the face. "Say that to me again."Margaret had never liked Talia a