ears p

long, but I had built a

ied again.

ander S

xander

naire everyone wanted a p

oved me for who I was, not who my famil

shopping for

personal. Not another expe

ed t-shirt, my hair pulled ba

it this wa

outdoor cafe, a r

I saw

s and Brit

than ever, his suit sha

iamonds, clung to his a

a nearby table, flaunting h

mach t

, to disappear into

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ays searching for an audien

ainted lips cur

h for several tables to hear. "If it isn't

full of what I thought was

wn, his gaze lingering

descending pity in his

sn't that the one Ethan Hayes dumped at

ever recovered,"

eat of shame c

pining for Ethan, are we, darling? It's been

" I said, my voic

back in his chair. "Doing what? Last I

said, wanting

tany said, her eyes glintin

ll you what, I need someone to clean my offices. Low-level, of cours

iberate insult, des

ds cle

trying to keep my composure. "

s hung i