d on his arm. "It's not their fault. Please. It's me. My s
to weigh his options. Finally, he lowered his phone with a frustrated sigh. She saw him typ
crackers arrived. Halle could have cried with relief. She
New York's elite. As they entered, a sea of calculating eyes turned their way. Halle's goal was to find
was pulled away, he stopped at a passing waiter's tray, picked up
ould hear. His eyes held a warning. It wasn't about her nutr
tracted, she walked to a quiet corner and discreetly dropped the cloyingly sweet past
, she scanned th
sation with Damien's younger sister, Jul
le love that had ended when he'd chosen a wealthier woman for the sake of his career. She hadn't seen him in y
e her way to the buffet table. She filled a small plate with slic
dripping with disdain. Halle didn't have to look to know who it
n. "What does he even see in her
cruel laught
aking sure Halle could hear. "It's last season's Dior. Tries
elon, her expression serene.
whispered conspiratorially. "I heard he's... you know.
still and cold. They could insult her. They could mock her clothes,
rate bite of a strawberry, and savored its sweetness. She picked up
passing tray and turned, a calm, pleasant smi
faces a mixture of surprise and smug, defiant challenge. They
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