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The Harrington Foundation Annual Charity Auction glittered inside the Savoy’s grand ballroom like a jewel box built on lies. Crystal chandeliers dripped light over silk gowns and black tuxedos. The air smelled of expensive perfume, fresh orchids, and the faint sweetness of vintage champagne. I moved through the crowd in my emerald gown, the fabric whispering against my skin with every step, my clutch heavy with Viktor’s matte-black USB.
Conversations flowed easily around me…soft laughter, polite smiles, subtle competition hidden beneath elegance. Everyone here was playing a role.
Sienna caught my eye from across the room, radiant in silver, one hand resting lightly on her growing bump. She let out a mischievous smile which unsettled me.
I held her gaze for a second longer than nece
