Chapter 2 - Victoria’s Desperate Denial Of The Past Revealed
The warm afternoon breeze rustled through the manicured hedges of the sprawling estate garden, carrying the faint scent of blooming roses and expensive champagne.
Victoria’s manicured fingers trembled uncontrollably against the rim of her crystal wine glass, spilling a few crimson drops onto her flawless lavender silk dress.
“This is an absurd hallucination, some kind of sick practical joke designed to ruin my charity gala,” Victoria stammered, her voice pitching slightly higher than normal.
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Ethan did not flinch, keeping his dark, piercing eyes locked firmly onto the socialite’s panic-stricken face.
“People don’t fake silver friendship bracelets engraved with initials that haven't been manufactured since nineteen-ninety-five, Victoria,” Ethan retorted evenly.
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