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Outside the door, Xavier Grayson's gaze once again landed on Caesor—sharp as a blade of ice.

Caesor rubbed his nose. "Just sing it. Everyone goes through this at their wedding. Can't make an exception for you, right?"

Xavier Grayson said flatly, "I don't know it."

Nora's voice came through promptly. "If you can't sing, then do the seaweed dance."

This time, Caesor simply turned his face away