Even Xavier hadn't anticipated something so understated, caught between amusement and mild exasperation. Yet, the more he looked at Amelia, the more she grew on him. In his mind, she was already destined to be the future matriarch of the Miller family.Xavier had a hunch, call it a gambler's instinct, that Amelia could rein in his wayward grandson, Desmond. If Desmond weren't so hell-bent on outwitting Ace, the legendary gambling maestro, and if the Miller family didn't run a sprawling casino empire, Desmond would probably ditch the family business without a backward glance.But Amelia? She could keep that rebellious scamp in line.Xavier’s thoughts swirled like a storm, and the smile that once lit his face had faded. His change in expression led the guests to believe he was angry, increasing the number of people eager to see Amelia embarrassed. The chorus of whispers grew louder, all certain she was toast.Lorraine smirked inwardly, certain Xavier would be mad over such a trivial offe
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