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nnequin - a deep emerald green that caught the light and da

the room, barefoot, holding a steaming mu

and sat on the edge of the

ply. "Not when it's that dre

, fingers brushing briefly. "I do

e'll be there. You know Zayne doesn't miss a ch

e tea, the steam brushin

hat night in Paris - the rooftop, the rain, t

rself she w

e heard his name,

ngry. Somet

er view a thousand city lights blinki

ss that turns heads?

red of hiding,"

walk in there like the s

en them, thick with me

ck to the dress. "I

a said. "I

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e: Rain

ling. Paris stretched before them - golden, endless, indifferent. Zara stood with her ba

ckets, his designer shirt clinging to his

t," he said, his voice lowe

ietly, "you came h

htened. "I neve

she snapped. Her voice cracked - the kind of break t

forward, sl

No calls, no texts, nothing for six months. I was in

is voice was sharp n

t him off. "

y, staring out at the skyline, her breath shaky. "I would

aid nothing. The

words trembling. "Tell me the tru

ooked - like he was memorizing the

l do,"

linked

, the rain washing over

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