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“Benedict, after everything you’ve just said, you still won’t admit it? “You’re in love with Sansa. “Even though Grandpa arranged it… even though you see her as vain and clingy… even though you think today’s engagement party was a trap to force you into marrying her… even though you claim she’s the last person you could ever want… “You still love her.” Benedict loosened his fist in silence, looking like a prisoner who had been sentenced to death. He hung his head for a long moment before finally admitting, “Yes, I’m in love with Sansa. Hopelessly, desperately in love. So I’m begging you—let her go.”

She wore a sleeveless jersey dress that hugged every curve, its deep V-neck leaving little to the imagination. Flora Amor’s jaw dropped despite herself. The woman was breathtaking—flawless skin, sculpted features, the kind of beauty that commanded attention without trying. Even the way her hips swayed when she walked seemed choreographed to tempt. A luxury bag hung from her arm—Louis Vuitton. Wow. Fancy. The woman stopped in front of her, and Flora Amor got a better look: perfect foundation, long lashes, pink-coral lipstick shaped like a heart. She was, without question, stunning.