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down at my simple navy dress and flat sandals.
“Oh, Maya,” she sighed.
I didn’t answer.
She tilted her head with theatrical pity.
“Sweetie, we’re flying private to a five-star resort in Hawaii. You look like you’re picking up muffins from Target.”
Ethan laughed.
A small laugh.
A coward’s laugh.
Leo looked up at me, confused.
I smiled so he wouldn’t worry.
“I’m continue reading …
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