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I open my mouth but quickly shut it.

"Is there another man here you wish your sister to marry?" he questions.

I gaze at Kirill, breathing through my nose, staring at his scar-riddled face.

There is no way Fiona will ever be attracted to him.

He can't marry her.

"Well? Do you object? I can kill you, Kirill, and Zara now if you wish to backtrack on your promise," Fedir announces.

My gut flips.

I don't even know this guy.

I'll figure this issue out later.

"Fine," I state, vowing there's no way I'll let my sister get near Kirill.

Fedir asks, "Kirill? Do you agree?"

He grumbles, "Fine."

"Great! When it's time for Coronation, you'll give your sister to Kirill," he says to me, then snaps his fingers in the air.

Two men in gold thongs carry two seats onto the stage and put them at the end of the table, next to Kirill's spot.

Fedir motions toward them. "Please. Have a seat. Take your rightful places at the table."

I lead Zara to the seat between Kirill and me, for some reason deeming it to be safer than the unknown woman next to me.

Fedir announces, "My honored Omni, please welcome to the table, the Grand Duke Sean O'Malley and our Grand Duchess Zara O'Malley!"

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Zara

One Month Later

The woman behind the front desk stops and calls out, "Mrs. O'Malley?"

I stop and turn toward her. "Yes, Sheila?"

"The mailman said you need to start emptying your box, or he'll have to take it to the post office. He won't deliver anything again until it's picked up," she relays.

I wince. "Sorry. I don't know why we keep forgetting."

She smiles. "No worries. He said you have until tomorrow. Do you want to use this box?" She grabs one from behind the desk and puts it on the counter.

"That would be great. Thank you," I say, and pick it up. I go over to the mail area and unlock the metal container.

It's stuffed to the max. I tug several envelopes out before I can pull more than one piece at a time. I drop everything in the box and take it to the penthouse.

Yawning, I set the box on the table, remove my heels, and sort through everything, separating bills from junk mail. I get to the last piece andfreeze.

Social Security Administration is marked on the envelope.

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