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Chapter 25: Pawn’s in The Game
Paul's POV. “She here yet?" Mo asks me once more. “Stop yanking on your tie," I chastise him under my breath. I had lost count of the number of times he had pulled at the damned thing since we had left the tuxedo shop. Mo opted for the tie and not the bowtie, stating that it made him look taller, but he had tied it too tight and had been suffering ever since. “I'm nervous," he grumbles under his breath. “All these stuffy white-collared, rich shits—" “Mo," I warn. “What?" he fires back. We had been pushing through the crowd of people, all of whom gathered around the base of the stairs at the front of the ballroom. Everyone was clamoring to get a good view. Of what? I could only muster one answer. Warner Lupine's grand entrance. I had hoped that I could find Eleanor before hi
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