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standing silently behind me at the bottom of the stairs. A flicker of

cern as she smoothed a hand over the silk of my dress. "Conrad just ga

d her. "Mrs. Harris," she said to

hrough Paige. "Who do you think you're calling Mrs. Harris?"

lencing her. My eye

said. My voice

ou talking about? This was a gift from Conrad. He said this dress

each word a chip of

tep back. "You can't do this! This is my hous

money, built as a copy of my home, and you're wearing a copy o

ry she couldn't ignore. "The design copyright for that dress

ers. "I'll give you

he spun around, intending to flee ba

lmost imperceptib

n her. Two bodyguards flanked her, their lar

und. "Let go of me! You thugs!

was standing directly in front of her, looking

erous laugh. "He has bigger problem

h the most ornate diamond button at the bodic

t off yourself," I whis

RR

sive fabric tearin

as a long gash appeared d

y men. "Get this infringing

ey began to roughly tear

akeup smearing. The mask of the perfect, gentle Luna was gone

oesn't matter! Conrad told me I look better in it than you ever did!

desperate barbs of a cornered wo

ght of touching you!" she s

and impassive, as her borrowed fine

exposed in her lingerie, when the scr

t door b

lma stood on

he saw it all: his beloved Jasmine, half-nak

ver her, a scrap of torn whi