The Unshackled Queen: Never Say Never by Gilbert Soysal

Hannah lingered in the hallway of the fifth floor, peering over the banister at the individuals gathering below.

The most recent arrivals belonged to the Juarez and Delgado families.

Just a handful from these families had made the journey, all seeming to be of the younger set.

Deep in thought, she suddenly felt the weight of a stare.

Turning swiftly, she met the eyes of the onlooker.

There stood Remington, clad in a blue velvet tuxedo, blending with the old-world charm of the manor like a noble from a bygone era.

On the fringe of the gathering, his green eyes locked onto Hannah, and he greeted her with a smile.

Hannah mustered a polite smile, inwardly rolling her eyes.

Despite the casual nature of today’s event, Remington was dressed to the nines.

She glanced at the room adjacent to hers, noting the unclaimed sign still dangling on the door.

Bryson was nowhere to be seen among the guests, and Hannah wondered about his whereabouts and the reason for his delay.

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