Sins With My Ex's Father
His guards moved with quiet efficiency, unpacking the lavish picnic basket and laying out a thick, checkered blanket, plush cushions, and an assortment of containers that promised a small feast.
Kylie didn't wait for an invitation or direction. The moment the blanket was down, she claimed a spot at its farthest edge, as far from the center as possible without being outright rude. She had brought a small, leather-bound book, and she immediately opened it, her silver eyes dropping to the page as if she were alone in her own bedroom. It was a clear, physical statement: I am here, but I am not a part of this.
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