Aurora’s POVThe gift box was so small it disappeared inside my fist, and I kept squeezing it like it might vanish if I let go.Three nights. I'd stayed up three nights finishing it, my fingers raw from the thread, and now the ribbon was already going soft from my sweat."Ma'am, are you on the list?"The girl at the door had a tablet and a smile that didn't reach anything."Aurora Blackwood," I said. "It's my husband's event."She scrolled. Her thumb went up, then down, then up again."I'm sorry, I don't see Blackwood.""Try Bennett." My voice came out steadier than I felt. "Aurora Bennett."Her thumb stopped. "Oh. Here you are." She stepped aside like she was doing me a favor. "Enjoy the evening."Bennett. Not Blackwood. On the guest list for my own anniversary.I told myself it was a mistake, an assistant rushing through names, nothing.I've told myself a lot of things this year.Inside, the ballroom glittered so hard it hurt. Champagne towers, white orchids, a string quartet sawing
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