ya
ial event of the season; it was a bl
hampagne, and old money-a cloying, suffocat
re b
compliant. Instead, I'd chosen black silk. It clung to
ousine. His fingers gripped my elbow, digging into the tender
my face trembled with the effort, feel
ed me, a relentless assault of white light. Beside me, Liam
he whispered, stopping dead cent
box from his pocket
pene
e. The "Rea
a drawer. He must have rooted through my things to fin
he metal was ice-cold against m
ward the cameras so the diamond
trays of crystal flutes. I grabbed a glass of cha
ned, his voice l
ure in the room shifted. Th
e doors s
walk
e was wearing red. A dress so bright, so visceral, it looked
sn't hidin
vely on her stomach. A sm
tely-a ripple of scandal tha
us. The crowd parted for he
lence. She offered a smile-a terrifying, triumphant expression t
m my fingers. It shattered on the par
r of ash. "Ava, what
nto his personal space. "You promised me. You sai
ze to me. Her eyes
" She pouted, mockin
theaded. The room began to spin. Every eye was fixed
. My voice was barely
looked at the cameras. I saw the calcul
e his
ped tow
of her back, shielding her from the pre
tore out of my throat, raw,
ed out of nowhere, grabbing my arm. "Mrs.
uggled against his gr
ng sound. She plucked a glass of re
hirsty, May
rew th
he cold liquid soaked into the black silk instantly-invisible agains
tch," I
up and ripped the necklace from my throa
or with every ounce o
scattered across the
a million dollar
hove
nt to move an obstacle. He didn't care wher
heels caught on th
reak my fall, driving straight into the shards
alms were sliced open. Bright red blood mixed with the darker
was already wrapping his tuxedo
r," he bark
epping over the glass, stepping o
his shoulder. Her e
wi
ihilation. I was on my knees, bleeding, soaked
eight, pressing me into the grou
back retreat, somethi
hain that had tethered me for years. The
dn't
piece of the broken necklace.
my skin, the metal biting deep, merging t
glass on the floor. My makeup was smeared. M
was
st time in year

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