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"What's in the folder?"

I should lie. Instead: "Annulment papers."

Her brows shoot up. "He sent Christian with annulment papers?"

"Yes."

"And?"

"And I'm not signing them."

"Good."

The word comes out so immediately that I actually look up.

Then I hear myself say, "I'm pregnant."

Sienna stares at me.

Then she closes her eyes and mutters something that sounds very much like, "Does Everett know?"

"No, I found out an hour ago," I say. "Then Christian called. Then annulment papers. Now you're in the elevator telling me Everett loves me and apparently Jeremy did something, and I honestly feel like I'm losing my mind."

"You're not losing your mind."

"That remains to be seen."

Her mouth twitches. Then she looks at the folder and back at my face.

"Did Christian tell you everything?"

"I don’t know… what does “everything” mean?"

"If you have to ask that question, then he didn’t." She exhales sharply. "He's probably trying to find the cleanest legal path before anyone says too much."

I stare at her. "Why are you helping me?"

That makes her pause.

"Because I'm not the villain in your story, Aria." A beat. "And because I care what happens to Everett, whether he deserves it right now or not for not telling you the truth."

"He loves you," she says again, quieter. "And if you want to know whether that's true enough to survive all this, then don't sit here waiting for him to explain himself on his own schedule."

My phone buzzes in my purse.

I fumble it out.

Gabriel.

If you need a plane ticket, I'll send one. The invitation stands either way. Come for the opening, show or no show. No pressure. Just know there is space for you here if you want it.

Sienna reads enough of my face to understand.

"Cannes?"

I nod.

She smiles. Not warmly exactly. More like someone spotting a strategy.