POV : Hazel"Is that actually the wife, or did you just pick up a stray at the gate?" Michael’s voice boomed through the heavy oak doors of the private lounge.The roar of laughter that followed hit me like a physical blow. I stood frozen in the doorway, my fingers still gripping the cold brass handle. Inside, the room was a blur of expensive cologne, amber liquor, and people who moved with a confidence I never possessed.Right in the center of the noise sat Julian. He wasn't laughing, but he wasn't stopping them either. He just sat there, nursing a drink, while Penelope leaned so close to him that her silk dress brushed his suit jacket. She looked like she belonged there. I looked like a mistake.Michael turned around, his face flushed from the booze and the joke. "Hey, Juli, is it really true that she - "His words died in his throat. His eyes locked onto mine, and the grin slid off his face so fast it was
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