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Not when Gloria had already pulled out the third swatch book. Not when Alexandra was sitting on the arm of the studio chaise like some smug patron saint of fashion emergencies, sipping elderflower tonic like it was a battlefield stimulant.
"Not the dove grey," Alexandra said, lazily flipping the page back. "He’ll wear it. But it’ll look like he’s surrendering."
"I wasn’t aware I was going to war," Rafael muttered, half-dressed in tailored trousers and a pinned shirt ...
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