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... lamming my champagne glass onto the table with force The crystal wobbled precariously, the liquid threatening to spill over the rim. My chest heaved with frustration as I clenched my fists, trying to calm the storm brewing inside me.
"I was too desperate," I muttered angrily. "I looked like an idiot in front of her!"
The image of Claire’s smug, composed face flashed in my mind, and it made my blood boil. She had seen right through me— her defiance was like a slap to my face. I ha ...
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