ndustries gala was too lo
Marcus designed for me, a deep emera
e tonight, celebrating another
mpanion, the quiet presence bes
his affecti
he stage, not with me,
, he announced, his voice b
, returned to
urmured, th
n near the gr
and she looked at Marcus like
the steps, dir
old, "this is Isabelle. She will be the ne
led, a small
cus, darling. It' s a bit... somber for
my dress, then
ugged at the delicat
rip
felt like he had torn
belle, his eyes never leaving hers. "We
on me, leading Isab
d me felt like sto
his supposed care, was now
was swift
r cherished. I
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