Freshly waxed with the gold balls in place, Alexandra stood before a mirror in a chaotic dressing room. Pale-blonde curls cascaded over bare shoulders dusted with shimmering powder. Light rouge accented her cheekbones below her white mask and pink glossed her lips. I must be completely mad. The knot in her throat was the only thing keeping her from vomiting. “I cannot do this.” Daphne brushed color around Alexandra’s breasts to emphasize their fullness and added a beauty mark to match the one above her lip. “You want your husband back?” Alexandra nodded. The night she’d spent with Vincent had been magical, and one she would hold dear in her memory forever, but she couldn’t have them both. “Warwick is my husband, and I’ve loved him since I was eighteen years old.” The words came easy and pricked her heart like a sharp needle. Part of her wished she didn’t love him. If that were the case, she would divorce him and follow Vincent to the ends of the earth. The latter wasn’t even a possibility.
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