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Across the table, his sister Camille smirked. His mother, Vivienne, lowered her gaze to my engagement ring as if checking whether it had suddenly turned fake.
“Excuse me?”
Adrian leaned back in his chair.
Vivienne released a delicate sigh.
“Men need space to breathe, darling.”
“Especially when they’re marrying above themselves.”…continue reading …
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