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CHAPTER 73
Author: Albs Pen
last update2025-11-25 13:16:15

Jessica didn’t realize she’d been holding her breath until she reached the front of the hall.

Her heels clicked softly against the marble floor.

The gift table gleamed under the chandelier lights.

Every present already placed there was wrapped with an almost competitive level of opulence.

She exhaled carefully and set her gift box down with both hands, treating it like something sacred.

The wrapping alone was a masterpiece—golden foil folded perfectly at each corner and an ivory ribbon tied so smoothly it looked carved rather than arranged.

A tiny gemstone glimmered where the knot met the bow. Several guests leaned in subtly, admiring it even before they knew what was inside.

She had spent weeks preparing this.

Weeks agonizing, searching, comparing, and choosing.

Inside the box were items she knew her mother would want—luxury pieces: a limited-edition diamond-studded wristwatch, crystal earrings crafted in a design only fifty people in the world owned, and an emerald necklace he
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