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... he greeting died on his lips. Olivia was, in every sense of the word, breathtaking.
He stood frozen, his gaze locked on her for several long minutes, words failing him entirely. Finally, he glanced at Keira; sensing the unspoken command, the maid bowed low and slipped out, leaving them in a charged solitude.
"You are ready, then?" he asked, his voice a fraction deeper than usual.
"What do you mean?" she countered, arching an eyebrow as she gestured to her reflection. "Can ...
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