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lace. The stones were cold against her skin, a familiar
e matching his eyes. Tonight, she wore it with a silver dress that s
oman ready to celebrate the man she loved. Everything was perfect. The caterers we
s face when he saw her. He loved it when she mad
vanity. She glanced at it, expecting a message
hat broke the quiet anticipation in the room. This time, s
story. The preview thumbnail was just
d right below it. "Ellie,
its usual humor. A knot of ice formed in Elliana'
mb hovering over the link. Her han
oss the deck of a yacht. People were laughing, drinking champagne. Elliana recognized
veled, focusing on
re was
around a blonde woman in a tiny bikini. Elliana knew who she was-Kinsley Monroe, an i
ed, then dipped his head and kissed Kinsley, a
let out a loud laugh. "Dude, aren't
ectly at the camera, his voice dripping with condescending amusement. "Her?
from the group. The sound was a phys
. She couldn't breathe. The video looped, playing again. Preston's sm
ating every detail to make him happy. And he was on
er hand again. A new te
ing ready for tonight
hurned in her gut. She looked at her reflection again. The perfect dress, the
were holl
e sapphire necklace from her throat. The clasp dug into h
t clattered against the glass, the sound
reen, past his message, to his contact information.
ast, cold emptiness inside her. A single thought, clea
s o
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