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The girl had subtly placed this sphere in her hand—not the one she had actually touched.

What exactly was Elliot playing at? If this was his doing.

Kath’s eyes caught the moment Brenda entered the hall. She was wearing different clothes.

The Duchess didn’t even want to imagine why she had changed. There was no point denying it—she was drowning in useless, bitter jealousy.

Amid laughter and jokes, Brenda was called to pick in the draw.

A rather defeated thought was forming in Katherine’s mind. She had grown a little tired of pretending for today.

She stood up subtly, slipping through the crowd, taking advantage of the dimmed lights and the shadows that sheltered her.

The pairs began to be announced.

Each time a man called out his number, a soft light illuminated him, and then it was his exchange partner’s turn.

Brenda smelled that woman’s disgusting scent—the Duchess.

She was approaching her position.

She braced herself for a scene. Maybe she was coming to confront her about t