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... nd of peaceful boredom that felt almost luxurious after everything that had happened. The penthouse was quiet except for the distant sounds of conversation coming from the kitchen—Camille’s voice, unmistakably energetic, punctuated by Sienna’s softer responses and what sounded like Alexis’s more measured tones.
It had been a couple of days since the museum exhibition. A couple of days since Camille had decided to kiss me in front of what felt like every camera in existence.
The f ...
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