She Was Sitting In My Front-Row Seat Holding My Novel — Smiling Like She Had Stolen My Life

went still.

“What does my company have to do with this?”

Graham turned on her with a flash of irritation.

“Celeste, I said not now.”

Her face changed again.

Not guilt.

Not innocence.

Calculation.

A door had opened in the room, and she was trying to see whether it led to a trap.

Before she could speak, my phone vibrated in my evening bag.

I ignored it.

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