# He Auctioned My Wedding Gown in Front of Manhattan. By Midnight, I Owned Everything He Thought Was His.

surprised you came.”

“You sent me six invitations.”

“A courtesy.”

“I accepted.”

Her gaze moved to Adrian.

“Mr. Cross. Still billing by the hour?”

“No,” he said. “Some mistakes become too expensive for hourly rates.”

Camille’s smile flickered.

Grant joined us.

He looked at my dress.

“Your mother’s?”

“You always wear armor when you’re afraid.”

I met his eyes.

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