“EIGHT MONTHS AFTER OUR DIVORCE, HE INVITED ME TO HIS WEDDING—BUT HE HAS NO IDEA WHAT I’M ABOUT TO BRING

fists waving as though she had already decided the entire room was mismanaged. Adrian stared. The anger drained away. His eyes filled. “Mia,” he whispered.

“No,” I said.

He stepped forward. Nora moved between him and Lily. Damon’s voice hardened. “Mr. Vale.” Adrian halted. “She’s mine,” he said again, but softer now. Less command. More pleading.

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