hed twice. "
"Either way,
watch Eleonore's
and pulled out a folded piece of paper. Slowly, sh
. "Happy birthday, Isabelle. This is the original receipt for the 'Star of
e a burning coal. Her eyes swept over the details: the lot number, the official description, the final hammer price - a number wi
she wished the floor would swallow her whole. The whispers died instantly, replaced by a stunned, awkward silence. Ever
She had thought her plan to expose Eleonore was flawless, o
xpression t
pt could b
bought it with me. If you think it's fake,
n fell
e of Vanessa had mad
's gift was genuine, and his first lov
e him was calm
ed... di
to Isabelle. "I
me, I'm not feeling w
able, turned, and walked away, her
, she walked out of the club and d
ide. She felt no triumph. She only felt tired. So impossibly tired. Three years. He h
anced down, expecting a text from Pr
him. It was an
nt, Mark Sullivan, will contact you to arra
r was For
the most respectful thing anyone had said to her all night. It was a promise of a
d a simp
nk y
d placed a comforting hand on his arm. But for the fi
, his mind was filled with
d suddenly becom
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