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Chapter 67
I lagged a little behind as I follow Preston into the building. We had crossed the foyer and entered an elevator before my preoccupied brain made a fairly obvious leap.
“This is not a restaurant.” I blurted out.
As I speak the glass door closed with a silent swish and the elevator rose silently. I am not fond of heights, so I didn’t take the opportunity to look down into the greenly filled atrium down below.
“Smart and beautiful.” He murmured.
I just rolled my eyeballs. I need to look away from him and stare at my reflection in the mirror. Am I really beautiful? I had a classic English-rose beauty
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