The Discarded Fiancée Makes Her Comeback

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my, oppressive fortress. The head butler stood at the top of the marble st

the staff to help her wi

ed the heavy marble stairs an

ier. Kennedy stood in the center of the room. She wore a pristine, whit

rned around. Her face instantly str

s dripping with artificial sweetness, loud enough to

forward, throwing her arms wide open

shifted her weight and ste

pty air. She caught her balance, her smile freezing.

, her fingertips lightly touching her own coll

p pity. She looked at Aubree's worn jacket. "Carl was supposed to brin

They stared at Aubree, waiting for the wild, v

oser. She reached out

t Kennedy's perfectl

migraine," Aubree said. Her voice was

lawless mask cracked. She bit her lower lip

ared at Aubree. "Miss Aubree, there is no need for such

red the butler. She di

and walked past them. Her heavy boots thu

r you!" Kennedy called out behind her,

narrow hallway to the back of the house. She pushed open t

of dust coated the bare mattress. The

door until it clicked. From downstairs, she could faintly hear Kennedy's saccharine vo