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... re you alright?"
Nicolette turned to face the lady with the brown hair. "I am," she said, forcing a smile. Her grip on her phone tightened as she adjusted her gown.
She was trying so hard not to pay attention to the panic brewing inside her.
Ronald wouldn’t do it.
He knew how important Annica’s job had been. How much her having credits for her work mattered. That was the only reason Nicolette had held back from pushing her mother’s art.
She had been lookin ...
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