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Magdalene sat beside me.
"You love him," she said. "I didn't see it. I'm sorry. And I'm sorry for what I said to you the
first time we met."
"You love him, too," I replied woodenly, my gaze unfocused. "And at that time, I didn't. Not
yet."
"Doesn't excuse me, does it?"
I gratefully accepted another glass of champagne when it was offered to me and took a second
for Magdalene before the waiter straightened to move on. We clinked glasses in a pitiful display of
scorned female solidarity. I wanted to leave. I wanted to get up and walk out. I wanted Gideon to
realize I'd left, to be forced to leave after me. I wanted him to feel some of the pain I felt. Stupid,
immature, hurtful imaginings that made me feel small.
I took comfort from Magdalene sitting silently beside me in commiseration. She knew how it
felt to love Gideon and want him too much. That I sensed she was as miserable as I was confirmed
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