Chapter 63 He could never

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The grand ballroom of the Country Club reeked of polished mahogany, cut lilies, and high-society hypocrisy.

I stood in the center of the parquet floor, my jaws clamped so tight my teeth ached. I only dragged myself to this absurd Debutante Gala rehearsal because my father forced me to, ba...

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