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ing Garcia estate. Fairy lights twinkled like stars overhead. The lush lawns had be

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turning eighty. It was to be the party of the years celebr

s arrived in sleek cars, their outfits s

his tuxedo crisp, and his arm draped around his elegant wife, Rosa Garcia. Together, they welcomed guests wit

oad, and commanding. With his firm grip and dignified air,

d him was his

m marble. With his chiseled jaw, piercing blue eyes, and th

d into something close to indifference, and his intense gaze made it hard to lo

st, performer, and undeniable heartthrob. His sun-kissed skin, playf

wing with youthful charm in her pink cocktail dress. Her radiant

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whil

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college graduation, dreams had become luxuries she couldn't afford. Now, it was just her, her t

a laughable $4 a month. But at night

ubs-Royal SD-she became The Mask Girl. A mystery. A seduction. A g

end, Sofia Jones-a wild, loyal ride-or-die w

led, bursting into the kitchen. "Tell me

eyes, but her lips

d get offered a $2 m

reamed.

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. "Keep your voice down

ross the room. "Sofia, this is a diner,

ally and stormed off, t

evening-the night of her biggest show yet. She rushed home, h

concern in her voice. "Where are

replied, already annoyed by the interrogation.

sighed. "Okay, j

er a quick hug

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. Her hands clutched Sofia's wais

littered like somet

ing, sensual, and mysterious. Her face hidden be

the Ma

ously. Her palms were swe

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