THE BILLIONAIRE’S MYSTIQUE BRIDE
“Did something happen? Did Zac do something wrong?”
Mia’s fingers tightened around the wipe. “No.”
“Then why do you look like someone stole your gelato?” Samantha pressed, stepping closer.
Mia exhaled sharply. “Because it doesn’t matter.”
Samantha frowned. “How does it not matter? You still have feelings for him—”
“Even if I did, what’s the point?” Mia turned away, tossing the used wipe into the trash.
She grabbed another one, dragging it down her face with slow, deliberate pressure. When she finally spoke, her voice was quieter. “Zac is in love with someone else.”
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