Their Lamb Becomes The Storm
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ia social season, an event I used to anticipate with fluttering exciteme
or Julian to escort
e for the Legacy gala
lied instantly, a warm smile in his
ir. It was a symbolic act, a passing of the torch in front of the media, our biggest clients, and all of our peers. It was my right. Li
He was devastatingly handsome in a tailored tuxedo, and I wore a blood-red gow
hts. Julian's eyes locked on mine, darkening when he saw my hand resting on Cart
mony, Julian, as the acting hea
ident. "Tonight, we celebrate a new chapter for O'Hara Vineyard
nched. I knew
unced, smiling down at Lily, "will go to someone who I believe trul
as stripping me of my birthright in front of everyone who mattered and handing it to her. L
The future of O'Hara is in your hands," he sa
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