ALYONAWe cut the cake and clicked a bunch of pictures, laughing like we hadn’t done in ages. At one point, Ivy smeared a bit of frosting on Olivia’s cheek, and in return, Olivia put some on mine. The room was full of laughter, flashing cameras, and happy noise. After some time, I excused myself and went to the kitchen to serve the cake. I set out the plates and spoons, trying to focus, but a bit of the cake had dried on my cheek.“Alyona, need a hand?” Mason’s voice came from behind me.“Yeah, sure,” I said, handing him the plates and a spoon without really looking up. Before I could realize what he was doing, he took a napkin and reached out to wipe my face. “There’s some cake here,” he said, his thumb brushing against my chin.I froze. His touch was too familiar, too close. I instinctively stepped back, but he caught me by the waist. “Stand still, princess,” he whispered, his hand firm on my side.My breath caught, and I froze. When I looked up, my stomach twisted. Alexander was st
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