CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-EIGHT

The old projector hummed, driveled, and also cast Victoria Ashford's icy visage onto the worn slipup wall of Gabriella's plant. Isabella's heart lodged in her throat as the screen cheered. Victoria leaned forward, the light sketching sharp angles across her demitasse skin. Her dark eyes glistered wi...

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