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and received a white wristband that read VIP guest in gold letters.
They were directed into the party with warm smiles.
When I reached the front of the line, Derek looked up from his phone.
“Name?”
“Derek, it’s me.”
“Name?” he repeated, not looking up.
“Elena Marsh.”
The young woman with the tablet scrolled through her list.
“I don’t see an Elena Marsh on continue reading …
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