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glass slipped from her hand.
Crystal shattered against the marble table.
Champagne spilled across the white linen and dripped onto the floor.
Every guard moved.
Hands went inside jackets.
Leo scanned the room for a shooter.
“Nona.” Alessandro was on his feet instantly. “Are you hurt? Leo, lock the doors.”
But Isabella did not look injured.
She looked destroyed.continue reading …
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