Married The Wrong Groom
Alexander whispered, as if reminding me of our truce and the rules we had made.
I smiled sweetly. “Of course, love. I will be at my very best today.”
Alexander smiled faintly as we arrived at the grand ballroom, which stood completely empty. I was in awe—it was everything I imagined it would be for the porcelain contest.
“This is the place, and we’ll make sure it will be appropriate for a porcelain contest to take place,” Olive said with a smile as she gestured toward the ballroom.
The ballroom stretched before us like something taken straight out of a dream—vast, grand, and unapologetically extravagant. The ceiling soared impossibly high above, and massive crystal chandeliers hung overhead,
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