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Offended, Vivian’s smile vanished as she stiffened beside me. “What is with your tone?”

Sloane recovered, swallowing down her surprise and displeasure at the thought of me on that stage.

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You and me both, Sloane,‘ I thought as I fidgeted under her fiery gaze. I wouldn’t say it out loud, but I was rooting for Sloane to change Vivian’s mind. She was my last hope of escaping this predicament.

“What I mean is,” she stepped closer and lowered her voice. It was sharp and intent. “Are you sure you want to auction Beckett’s maid for Nana’s charity?”

“Do you even know what Andi does for a living?” Vivian’s voice was firm. “Can you do what she does?”

Sloane blinked, tongue–tied. “What? Of course I can do what she does-”

“Have you ever cooked a perfect steak for my son or, better yet, made a really healthy breakfast for him?”

Sloane answered with a blink. “Uhmmm…”

“That’s what I thought,” Vivian said. “The kitchen is not just a simple job, Sloane. Much like posing in front of the camera, it needs to be done with finesse and with heart. So I don’t want you ever belittling the work of a ‘maid”

“But-”

Vivian shook her head. “We’re kind of busy here, darling. Why don’t you go with your friends and make yourselves pretty for your dates?” Then she turned to me, completely dismissing Sloane. “Andi, you ready?”

My eyelashes fluttered as I shook my head no.

“Just smile,” she whispered as she maneuvered my stiff body toward the stairs.

Smile? I could barely breathe. My feet could barely take the steps up the stage.

The lights swallowed me the second I stepped onto the platform. They were blinding–hot, white, merciless, I squinted. trying not to look like someone dragged me up here against my will… even though that was precisely what happened

The crowd quieted.

Then murmurs rippled in the air. I didn’t hear them clearly, but I feared they already knew I was only a maid and not some model who walked the runway.

My stomach dropped to my knees. Tension coiled tight in my gut. I thought I was going to vomit,

The MC blinked at me. He was a handsome guy in a pink suit, his lips a bloody red.

“Where’s Audrey?” he whispered.

I shook my head as I clasped my hands together. Then Vivian took the mic and launched into her introduction like she’d been waiting her whole life for this moment.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome our final bachelorette for tonight. This is Andi, a really talented chef, and one thing that makes her special-” she looked into my eyes, speaking to me more than the guests-“is that she’s a no–bullshit kind of girl.” She turned to the audience with a smile. “She’s not afraid to speak her mind, but she’s also sweet and kind—”

Vivian wasn’t even done talking when a loud voice echoed from the back.

“Fifty thousand.”

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With all the lights focused on the stage, it was hard to see who raised their comber, but 1 would get w anywhere.

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“Sixty,” another guy in the middle raised the bid

My heart was lodged in my throat. I couldn’t believe the starting bid for a date with me I was a sobody Voy hand and called out each number that came in.

I lowered my head, unsure of what to feel, when I noticed Nana Lucy with a huge grin. Beside her was Botion, wing the opposite of Nana Lucy’s expression. His eyebrows were knitted together, a dark cloud looming over his boar

“Eighty for number seventy–five at the back,” Vivian announced.

“Ninety–five,” Cole raised his number again.

I couldn’t be more grateful for Cole staying true to his promise, but my attention was drawn to my bow who was so glaring at me like he wanted the stage to open and swallow me.

My heart climbed into my throat as fast as the bid price went up.

Why were people bidding? For me? Were they blind? Did the spotlight malfunction and blurred their eyesights

Another paddle. “One hundred twenty!”

Cole leaned forward in his chair, expression calm, but his jaw firm.

“One hundred fifty,” he called out. The crowd perked up even more.

“Two hundred!” someone countered.

“Three hundred!” Cole’s voice became deeper, darker.

My breath hitched.

Oh, my God. Was he really that intent on winning? He didn’t have to go to these lengths

“Three hundred,” Vivian called. “Going once, going twice-

“Four hundred,” a new voice put in the bid, a voice I knew very well.

Beckett raised his number, his jaw tight and his lips pressed into a hard line as he pinned his determined gaze on me.

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