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... o a faint smirk, a mask to hide the emptiness clawing at her heart. "Do you want to go to the gala that much?" she signed, her fingers trembling with suppressed pain. The words were a challenge, a shield for her wounded pride.
Sylvia translated the question to Zara, who stood across the grand hall. Zara’s face lit up, her brown eyes sparkling with unbridled joy. "Of course," she said, her voice bright and oblivious to the devastation she’d wrought.
Lorraine’s hands moved before h ...
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