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his eyes. Beside him, Tiffany Sterling shimmered in silver, her smile sharp with curiosity and barely concealed triumph.
“Preston,” Sienna said calmly. “Hello.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Attending a charity gala. Same as you.”
“You can’t be here. This is a private event.”
“I’m aware. My grandfather secured our invitation months ago. We wouldn’t miss it.continue reading …
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