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Meirah stood in the spotlight, looking at everyone from the stage. She could see questions, challenges, contempt, and all kinds of gazes. She could even see the jealous gazes of a few women her age. She heard from her parents that a few times some women came claiming to be their daughters. Too bad. They underestimated them and tried to fool them. Her gaze landed on Lucian for a split second. She noticed his face was marred with shock and disbelief. When she left him alone earlier, she saw his expression, which said he was sure she was Meirah; all he needed was evidence. Now... her being the daughter of the Ylva family and a member of the Glitter Pack has tainted his earlier suspicions. Owen knew that Meirah was his wife. If Scilla was Meirah, he wouldn’t sit around like this. He would