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SLOANE

No. No. No.

My blood boils at the sight of him.

Fucking bloody Preston.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I snap.

He doesn’t answer me. Instead, he turns to the stylist and the rest of her team. “Thank you so much Sasha, you did a fantastic job. I love it.”

Sasha smiles at him. “I’m glad you do.”

“You can all leave now. I’d like a moment alone with my fiancée.”

Fiancée.

It can’t be me, ri