The Broken Ballerina's Secret Paris Escape

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Centurion card. Beside

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made of titanium. It felt cold and imp

affection, not time, not

the note again

h night was dreaming about the car crash. A rough night was

hower while fantasizing about your ex-girl

t and threw it at the trash can. It mi

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years

f water. The screech of ti

way. She had been "Ariella Vane" to the world then, a rising Principal Dancer at the ABT, dancing under her mother'

ixer, a "dropout" who quit college to pursue a hobby that never went anywhere. Corinna had reinforced that narrative over the years, feed

smell of searing flesh. And then th

. It had crushed The Nutcrac

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ging her hands on her apron. "He said he has

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hovered over

the email she had been

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about the sh

survivor's guilt. As long as she was here, broken and depend

buzzed o

from Fi

through a hard time. Just going to ch

even trying to hide it anymore. He was

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wasn't fear. It was the adrenaline of a pri

new tab. Apartments for r

time, it was Fielding's p

her voice steady.

ou about the schedule. We have the Charity Gala in the city tomorrow night, and then the

amptons? It's barely

needs a break after the Gala. He'

phone tightened. "Wh

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the dark computer screen. Her eyes

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g to the Hampto

en behind a row of art history textbooks. She

other had left her. Fielding knew about the fund, but he thought it was a pittance. He didn't k

d out the

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