Chapter 67

That Evening

The chandeliers glowed like a hundred questions, but none as loud as the storm inside my chest. My heels clicked on the marble like gunshots. Controlled. Composed. Cruel—if it had to be.

I waited.

Breath shallow.

Spine straight.

Luca’s footsteps came like I knew they would—steady, c...

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