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

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The ballroom celebration had become a press storm by midnight.

Clips of my reveal were already online.

In one of them, Celeste sat in my seat with my book in her lap.

In another, Graham told the room he wished I had trusted him.

In the worst one, the camera caught my face when Anna’s call came through backstage.

I watched it once.

Then I turned the continue reading …