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elt cool against Chan
the crowd. He was the center of this universe, the he
hbulbs from gossip columnists popped like t
y stage, microphone in hand. Chandler's he
ne for coming. But he didn't propose. Inst
intment. She forced
o her earlobe. The diamond stud
h. It was the only thing she had
slipped away from the glitteri
lit corridor, heading toward
he heard voices. Familiar voices. Crist
ted back into the shado
s voice was thick with fake te
d, sharp. "Marrying Chandler is just business. The Huds
ned to ice. She clamped a hand ov
ten years ago," Cristobal conti
us "life debt" she had cherished was noth
g?" Stella's voice wa
al chuckled. "But you will be my only bride. Chandler
saw him pull Stella into his arms. He be
gne flute slipped from her numb fingers,
idn't
d back to the party, her
crowd moments ago was gone. In her
g tray. She walked directly to a group of men w
finalized a short-term investment
flushed. He saw her, calm and composed, and a flicker of
ywhere for you," he said, sl
gently, but firmly
rom a short distance. Her voice was clear and carried. "You're r
mile spread ac
g. "But the groom," she said, each word a per
low, turned, and walked away, lea
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