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her face serene.
Inside, the ballroom rippled when she entered.
Conversations died in waves. Heads turned. Whispers moved.
Marcus guided her to their table near the front.
“There’s Preston,” he murmured. “Ten o’clock. Don’t look yet.”
Sienna did not.
Not yet.
She greeted the people at their table. A tech CEO. A federal judge. A philanthropist whose family continue reading …
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