My Nobody Husband, The President's Brother
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iative, a symbolic gesture that often
s family, expected a match t
ey pushed me
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to fade into t
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that confident smirk
for a horrible second, I thou
't. He fo
tively fragile-looking, was
They were both here.
began. Names
a small, silk-wrappe
her chosen partner, or one would be "suggested"
was called
her token with a flouris
tch!" the ann
f course. A former Pres
Ava Tho
hitched. T
son, someone safe, someone forgettable. That was my fat
token feeling slipp
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flew from
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all silk bundle arc
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imple black uniform of
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ld my
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through the room.
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back, but the
were already huddling,
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ing into the background
had "caught" Senator
mplied an acceptance of such an "accidental" p
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n I saw
able in his eyes before his usual disdainful m
if I made a scene, i
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