Chapter 121

Vivienne's POV

"Fiancée," Maisie breathes beside me. "Viv. Viv."

"Wrong seat," I say. I don't lift my eyes off the rally card in my lap.

"I really don't think it is." He drops into the empty seat on my other side, props a boot on the chair in front, sprawls like he owns the whole row. "Dad sent...

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