Chapter 117 We'er Getting Married

jacqueline chalmers 1.4k words

Mia picked up a white bathrobe from the sofa and put it on. Her hair looked wet. I guess they were just getting out of the shower when they heard the doorbell.

I looked around the room. On the table were plates of caviar, black truffles, foie gras and toast. It...

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