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... harp as a hawk’s, Emma Hart felt as though she might be torn apart any second, as if she had unwittingly provoked his anger once again.
Lately, this man seemed to take particular pleasure in calling out her name.
"What would the President like to instruct?" she asked, maintaining her composure.
Damian Sterling tossed the tablet to Emma, "Pick one."
"One what?" Confused, Emma caught the tablet, only to see it displayed a selection of white wedding dresses, "For who ...
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