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in her dressing room. The East Wing used to be her sanctuary. Now

using at the silver frame that held a photo of her and Damian on their wedding nigh

ey came, were brittle and calculated-like ne

e around her waist and mov

her eyes, the slight pallor of her skin, the perfection that no longer

for emotional disaster. You're handing him temptation wrapped in yo

believe she still had a place in her husband's life. So she smiled at events, wore the right dresses, sa

t more than that-she radiated something Ele

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came soft behind her. Sh

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polished to perfection. But there were shadows under his eyes. Worry li

tepping closer. "We asked her to do so

her gaze. "

e. Too

e whispered. "But I hav

move. "You

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aid, "Dinner

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