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Ray’s breath caught in his throat as he stared at the figure standing across the room. Delly. He blinked, his mind struggling to catch up with the surprise of seeing her here. She was the last person he expected to see in Paris, let alone in the middle of the most important night of Samira’s life.

Samira, for her part, was completely blindsided. Of all the people to appear, it had to be Delly—her friend, the one who had dragged her into the mess with Ray in the first place. The one who had asked her to impersonate her on the night Ray had proposed, insisting she turn him down on Delly’s behalf. Samira had agreed, partly because she hadn’t thought much of Ray at the time and partly because she had felt loyal to Delly. But now, standing here, her heart pounding in her chest as she faced both Ray and Delly in the same room, she felt her world tilt dangerously out of control.

Ray recovered first, his eyes narrowing in on Delly. He hadn’t seen her in years, not since that fateful night w