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Javier waited patiently for an answer, his gaze fixed on Beatrice’s beautiful face. He wasn’t delusional. He knew that no matter what he did, his Luna would never come back to life. He knew she was dead, and Beatrice Romanov wasn’t her. This was Veronica Albert, the wife of his mortal enemy. But he wanted to feel, even for just a fleeting moment, what it was like to dance with his wife again. He wanted to feel her warmth, even though she was no longer the woman he had loved. Veronica swallowed hard. The man was waiting for her. She wanted to accept his request because it was just one dance, a simple thing. But how could she tell him that she didn’t know how to dance? Because no man had ever danced with her before. Not even during their prom. No one asked her to dance, leaving her behind
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