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entered the ballroom, where the scent of expensive perfume, damp wool, and white lilies washed over us in a heavy wave.
A waiter in a white jacket offered a silver tray with tall glasses of champagne.
“Nothing for her,” Taylor said to the waiter, before I could even reach out my hand toward the crystal glass.
“I can choose my own drink, Taylor,” I said,continue reading …
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