She was the last person I’d expected to see tonight. A wave of irritation rolled over me, leaving my shoulders tight and my stomach unsettled. My wife was standing by the entrance, her chin high, her hand nestled in the crook of another man’s arm. Adrian. I knew his type. Mister cool, calm, and collected. Look at him now, with that pleasant, relaxed smile on his face. They looked so comfortable together. It was all I could do not to rush over and separate them. Savannah’s sweet voice pulled me from my thoughts. “Claire’s family too! Let her in,” she said. That beautiful smile I loved so much lit up her face.Claire stiffened. “No thanks,” she said. “We already have plans.” The words were polite, but she faced her sister with a sneer that turned them into cutting sarcasm.Her father thought the same thing. “Don’t talk to your sister like that, Claire. Why are you being rude to your family?”An icy smile touched Claire’s lips. “Family?” she said. “No. You’ve only got one daughter, a
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