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did not apologize.
She did not explain.
She simply turned a wedding into a banquet, and three hundred powerful people obeyed.
Vivian, still at the altar in ivory silk, suddenly found two of Vincent’s men at her sides.
Not touching her.
Not yet.
“Miss Moretti,” one said quietly. “Please come with us. The east drawing room has been prepared for you.”
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