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do separate parties like everyone else. H

would have to plaster on an unwilling smile, w

ncing among his friends and family, in the

s the suite and stopped

oft and breathless, whispering Aaron's name like it was the only

and she was visibly enjoying herself, judging from the slick

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had to steady myself against the

nd swirling back to all the

bout how "lucky" I was to have Aaron. How oft

cialite, always trying to make herself feel better. Bu

I was about to marry fucking the hell out of my step

ith low grunts and hearing her squirm and moan

away, numbly heading back to the party. The ballroom spun around me as I

ng, smiling, raising their glasse

f champagne in hand as she sauntered over. "Aaron is such a

lips feeling stiff.

rom head to toe. "You look stunning. That dress must have cost a

red, feeling the bil

ntinued, her voice sickly sweet. "I mean, marryin

my palms as I nodded politely, each word

s transaction? Did any of them see me-the real me-or did they

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d me. The chandeliers sparkled overhead, their light too bright, the music too loud. My

de me, her hand resting on my arm. Her eyes were kind but calculati

ed, forcing anot

r new life." Her smile was sharp, her eyes scanning the room as if she was already

p in my throat. "Ye

rling. After tonight, you won't have to worry about anything.

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like a knife in my

the miserable life I would have, gettin

over, my chest tightening with each passing

e poor girl marrying into wealth, the ou

upted my spiraling thoughts. It was Megan, the

approached. "You've been standing here

id, my voice tight. "Ju

le thing is overwhelming, isn't it? But it's almost over. Soon, yo

ing my lips. "Yeah. Everything'

range look but did

long here.

ed something strong, something to numb the jagged edges of my heart. I gulped i

loudly in the quiet hallway. I needed a place to cry

couldn't remember the number. I couldn't remember anything. My vi

ght air was crisp, cutting through the haze of alcohol, but it wasn't enough to numb the ache dee

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with yo

iskey bottle in my hands. When I took the b

my words slurred as the b

heartbreak that threatened to crush me. My legs wobbled beneath me, unsteady from the weigh

own with it. My vision blurred, and I could feel my body giving out. My feet slipped out from u

, a pair of strong arms wrapped around

swimming. Even through the fog of alcohol and tears

so sharp it could cut through the night, a

about him, like he could handle

dd thing ever. I pres