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“I’m so nervous, Leander.”

Leander smiles and entwines his fingers with mine.

I have to say that he looks incredibly handsome in his grey suit with his dark hair gelled back. I dressed to match in a grey cocktail dress, with silver heels. I fashioned my hair in a French twist and kept my makeup light.

“It’ll be all right, sweetheart. You’ll relax as soon as we walk into the ballroom and start speaking.”

Leander has no clue that I won’t relax until we’re back in our room.

Our room?

That sounds so weird when this used to be Bastian’s room. Leander said that we could decorate before we officially moved in, and I agreed because we needed to put our own stamp on the place.

It’s

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