agne in her hand. Her simple jeans and t-shirt, combined with the elegant silver m
her and Victoria. Victoria, draped in a couture gown, clung to Asher
lked tow
the gaze of the masked woman. Victoria noticed her a moment later, her expression souring.
and raised her glass. "Mr. Presco
nderlying tone that made Victoria's smile falter
mask as if trying to burn through it with
ps. "Why, aren't you happy to see me? I w
u're not welcome here. Leave." He assumed she was
holes in her mask. "Asher, you haven't changed. Always so cert
gratulations, little sister. You got what
t made Victoria'
an audience. Victoria's circle of friends
phant, looked Chloe up and down with open contempt. "Who is this? Dressed
und them as people b
the Beaumont gi
e was burne
re? Trying to win him
king a slow, deliberat
on a wounded expression. "Chloe, I know you're hurting, but you can't just s
painted Chloe as the unst
wanted everyone to know you were back, ri
nk on champagne and cruelty, j
ached out, her fingers aiming to
d never
ength. Chloe held Jenna's wrist, her fingers digging int
oe's eyes were chips of ice. "I
n, trying to pull her hand back,
away. The air crackled with ten

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