Taylor had gone still for half a second. “You’re not hiding because of them.”
“No,” she had said. “I’m going because I signed papers. That’s all.”
Now here she was, under hotel lights that made every flaw feel brighter, every glance sharper. Her blue dress was simple, old, and carefully pressed. She had worn pearl earrings that had belonged to her grandmother and low heels because she knew she could not survive one of Taylor’s glamorous events in shoes built for display instead of standing. Her hair was pinned back neatly. She had done everything possible not to invite notice.
It had not mattered.
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