Alone on a moonlit balcony at Houston's White Orchid Charity Ball, Diana Foster had no inkling of the extraordinary journey that would begin that night. Recently jilted by her fiance for a blonde Italian heiress--an insult delivered via a sleazy tabloid--Diana felt obliged to attend the ball, if only to uphold the sparkling, steadfast image of her family's Beautiful Living magazine. Very publicly unengaged, Diana knew that certain socialites were already spinning nasty rumors. So why was billionaire Cole Harrison closing in on her with two crystal flutes and a bottle of champagne?
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