I'm getting married. But Ryder, my boyfriend of seven years, has no idea.He recently hired a new assistant, Blair, and has been swamped ever since.The two of them are the toast of the high-society circuit, a perfect power couple frequently seen at galas and parties together.To celebrate a major project Blair landed, Ryder booked an entire restaurant for a celebratory dinner.During the dinner, Blair intentionally swapped my lemonade for a strong cocktail. Unaware, I took a large sip. Ryder just watched, smiling playfully as he asked, “How is it, baby? How does it taste?”He forgot. He forgot that I have a deadly alcohol allergy.My throat swelled shut faster than I could have imagined. As I collapsed, the only sounds were my own gasps for air and a porcelain plate shattering on the floor.That night, I lay in the family's private medical wing.When I opened my eyes, the oxygen mask was still pressed to my face. I nodded at my mother, the Donna of the Antonio family.The arranged ma
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