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me more than anything.
I didn’t cry. I didn’t gasp. I didn’t drop my glass. I simply watched Mason’s hand drift lower along Marissa’s back while she tilted her head toward him, smiling like she knew exactly where she stood in his life.
And where I no longer did.
Angela slammed her wineglass onto the table hard enough that the stem nearly snapped.
“Eleanor,continue reading …
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