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Liora's POV
The moment gasps echo around me, I internally shoot myself between the eyes.
Great. Just great Liora.
Of all the people I could offend in the Valesca family, I had to go for the most respected member. The one even the journalists were afraid to mention. The woman who took the family to where it is today.
I gulp, feeling like my heart will slither it's way out of my body through my throat. Breathe, Liora. She's just a woman. A 65-year-old matriarch. You don't have to show any—
I notice her eyes going down to her shoes, which are still wet and squishy from the water I was holding. Without a second thought, I pull out a handkerchief from my clutch, bend to my knees, and start wiping it off.
Low snickers meet my ears—the girls watching me humiliate myself at the feet of t
