Pregnant with the Wrong Man’s Child
I turned, my stomach lurching.
Eloise.
She swept in with effortless grace, her designer coat sliding from her shoulders into an attendant’s arms. Heads turned. She knew it, relished it.
When her gaze landed on me, her lips curved into a poisonous smile. “Well, well. Playing dress-up with Damian’s card, are we?”
My grip on the fabric tightened, but I held her gaze.
Sophia bristled, stepping closer. “She’s shopping. Just like you.”
Eloise’s eyes flicked to my belly, lingering with deliberate cruelty. “Careful at the party, Evelyn. Don’t trip over your gown—or the story you’re selling.”
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