Hello, stepmom. Nice to meet you.”I looked down to see Michael’s outstretched hand, large, elegant, and steady. My own felt suddenly clammy. I discreetly wiped my palm against the fabric of my dress before accepting his grip. His hand was warm, his hold firm and brief, yet it sent an unwelcome jolt up my arm.“Are you okay?” he asked, his tone smooth, but sarcasm dripped from each syllable.I cleared my throat, pulling my hand back as if touched by a live wire. “I’m fine, thank you,” I replied, forcing a thin smile.He gave me an arrogant smirk, his dark eyes glinting with undisguised amusement. He knew. He could see right through my fragile composure and the frantic rhythm of my pulse in my throat.“Dinner is ready. We should head to the dining hall,” I blurted, turning away to lead them, striving to keep my voice light and normal. I called for Ama to take Michael’s luggage upstairs, my words a little too rushed.A familiar, comforting weight settled on my waist. I turned to find my
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