Noelle For a second, I forgot how to breathe. My nostrils were clogged, and even though I knew that if I kept up with that, I was going to pass out, I wouldn't exactly say I cared. How could I, when everything I tried seemed to fail? Every camera, every stare, every whisper felt like it was directed at me, like the walls of the ballroom were closing in, and trapping me in a spotlight I never asked for. My fingers clenched around the stem of my glass, and I tried to remember what it felt like to just exist without feeling like I was being dissected.The woman’s laugh cut through the hum of the room.“So tell me, dear,” she purred, voice thick with mockery, “what’s it like being Mr. Blackwood’s charity case?”My throat tightened. I wanted to ignore her, but the words hit harder than they should have. I wanted to say something, anything, but all I could do was blink through the blinding flashes, hoping Damian would not make this worse.But of course, he did.“You’ll apologize to
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