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... elled of perfume, hot fabric presses, and ambition sharper than shears.
Aelitha Ninevyn lounged in the corner chair of Fiera’s designer office, her glossy black nails tapping against the armrest. Her lips curved in a wicked smirk as she scrolled through Fiera’s phone.
Lux’s message glowed at the top.
Housewarming. Intimate. Exclusive.
And below it? The reply she had just sent—pretending to be her oh-so-perfect cousin.
"Oh, Lux," she whispered to herself, t ...
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