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... in years. If it weren’t for Rhys—if it weren’t for the coach who practically forced us to attend this circus—I wouldn’t have stepped foot in this place.
It was a disaster from the moment the first string of the orchestra played. It made me see exactly what kind of cage Rhys lived in, and more than that, it reminded me of how cruel and pathetic my birth mother truly was.
Watching Linda sit there, preening in her diamonds and lying, made my stomach turn. She was a master of perfor ...
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