The ballroom shimmered in the soft glow of crystal chandeliers, and the strains of a melodic waltz filled the air. I moved gracefully through the crowd, my navy blue gown swirling around my ankles. As the daughter of the French ambassador, diplomatic events were nothing new, but tonight was different.

My eyes met those of Henry Blackwood, a billionaire with a reputation as notorious as his wealth. His dark hair was impeccably styled, and a perfectly trimmed beard framed his strong jaw.

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