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not in front of her.
Fernanda let out a whisper. “No way… what is Don Aurelio doing with the maid?”
Valentina walked through the main entrance. The silk dress moved like water, and the emerald necklace didn’t look rented or ostentatious.
“Good evening, Mrs. Montoya,” she said calmly. “What a lovely party.”
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