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Confident.
Old.
As the car pulled away, Sienna looked back at the building one last time.
Preston was probably still asleep.
Beatatrice was probably already planning his future with Tiffany.
Neither of them knew what they had just thrown away.
Thomas glanced at her through the mirror.
“We’ll be at the airport in thirty minutes, Miss Blackwood. Your grandfather continue reading …
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