My Baby Daddy wants me for Christmas
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Fortunately, someone called Clara’s name across the room, and she turned away with a quick, distracted sigh, leaving me to breathe again.
I continued taking photos slowly, capturing the throne room’s pillars and lights, the gleaming ornaments, the snowflake lanterns, and the way the Christmas trees towered almost to the ceiling. Each shot came out clear and beautiful, and for a few precious minutes, I managed to forget about the tension building inside me.
But then it was time again.
The royal family stepped toward the throne platform for their throne-room portrait. Everyone positioned themselves, adjusting the placement of their coats and dresses, while the other photographers scattered aro
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