The Tycoon’s Bride-to-Be Ripped the Server’s Blouse at Their Betrothal Banquet—Then He Spotted the Burn Mark of the Girl Who Rescued Him Two Decades Prior
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Chapter 18 - The Setup
A mysterious invitation arrived in the mail for Clara.
It was a request to attend a private dinner at the Sterling Manor ballroom.
She laughed, wondering why Julian was mailing her letters in their own house.
When she walked down the grand staircase that evening, the lights were dimmed.
Thousands of white roses covered every inch of the marble floor.
Soft acoustic music played from a string quartet in the corner.
Julian was standing exactly where he had stood on the night they met.
But this time, there were no judgmental crowds or cruel laughs.
May you like
There was only him, looking at her like she was the only woman on earth.
He held out his hand, inviting her to step into the sea of flowers.
