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ndice, for once, was speechless, her tears of humiliation her only defense.

oe! Candice was worried s

pt past the onlookers-past the curiou

e was trying to blend

ned eyes. Candice's favorite little lackey. In my past life, she had b

flickered across my lips.

ughtful sound. "Oh...

turned to

nd my voice hardened. "It w

Her already pale face turned chalk-white

low and deliberate. She was a c

dripping with feigned revelation. "You thought I caught you, so

t yet introduced to society, carrying on a secret liaison

ing, shaking her head wildly.

end her sister. "Kloe, how can you say so

ing with contempt. "Some children ha

ached into the jacket pocket I had forced him to rem

expensive handkerchief. In one corner, embroid

.

sla's terrified face. "Isn't this yours? I recall your

serpent. Her eyes widened in terror. It was he

e she was about to be sick. She had never imagined I would find it. It was he

a dagger aimed at h

spicion to contempt as they looked at I

ed at Candice, her eyes begging for help, beggi

e. I knew her bet

andkerchief was her plant, she would be

her sister, the choice was

, and her silence was a

's face was almost pitiable. The first crack i

erchief flutter

d to the room. "Someone was caught red-handed and d

er. "And you, dear sister. You were so quick to condemn me without

hung in the air, sh

stroyed me. Instead, she had managed to tarnish her

the spectacle, whispering excitedly about the scanda