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Lacy was right. As usual. Not that Kat would ever admit it.
Mark parked the car at the end of the circular drive, and they stepped out into the snowstorm. Her ankle-high boots and little black dress weren’t the best clothes for tramping about in the snow, but at least she had on a thick, black woolen coat, which she clutched tightly around her as she followed her friends. They were teasing each other, knocking their shoulders together while they whispered and laughed.
A pang of pain rang through her, as sharp as a silver bell struck with a hammer. The hurt echoed inside her with little ripples that made her shake. Could she and Tristan have been like Lacy and Mark if she hadn’t shoved Tristan out of her life? Tonight was supposed to be a distraction, but seeing this house, like the o
