A Marriage of Convenience
Her tone was light, dismissive, but her gaze locked onto Dana’s, a silent warning to drop the subject.
Dana batted her lashes innocently, "Oh dear, you’re not mad at me for asking, are you?"
Her lips curved in mock concern as she sighed, "I just think marriage needs time and effort. If you don’t nurture it, distance will only grow."
Grace took a slow sip of champagne, her smile dangerously close to cracking.
"Thanks for the advice, darling."
At long last, the auction was about to start.
Buyers began taking their seats in the grand hall. Rows of deep red leather chairs, arranged in a semicircle, faced the illuminated central stage.
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