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83. The Poisoned Invitation

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The Poisoned Invitation

Reese POV

The air at La Maison d’Or reeked of truffles and hypocrisy. The gold-plated walls reflected the fake smiles of women trading secrets like currency. I adjusted my red silk dress and forced a smile for Natalie Singleton, the client who barely hid her fascination with "Chicago’s Venus."

Alice, beside me, was already in "pitbull in stilettos" mode, scowling at anyone who smelled of betrayal.

“So, Natalie, we want something intimate but impactful. A party that says, ‘I’m rich but classy,’” Alice said, toying with her pearl necklace while reviewing the proposal.

Natalie laughed, her eyes bright. “Exactly! I want everyone to remember this house. White flowers, dramatic lighting, and…”

A sharp laugh made me turn. Across the room, *Bethany Skyland* leaned against a table like a trainee geisha, her lips glued to the ear of… Jennifer Durham.

My body froze. The water glass in my hand trembled.

“Shit,” Alice whispered, following my gaze. “What’s that
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