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approached the Hale family table.
Victor’s cousins protested loudly.
His uncle cursed.
Celeste refused to stand until one guard politely held out her fur wrap like evidence being returned after a trial.
Victor remained frozen in the center of the ballroom.
“Elena,” he said weakly. “I love you.”
The old Elena might have cried.
The woman standing there now continue reading …
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