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“Mr. Spencer,” Eros smirked at the older man in front of me. He looked like a butler... Of course he is! I mentally palmed my head at my conclusion. And here I was thinking Eros hated people generally.

The old man was in his full butler attire. Like the stereotypes you’d see on television. Sprinkles of grey hair, boyish face, thin shoulders and long legs poised in elegance.

His hands were covered in gloves.

Eros picked us at exactly six. But not before dumping a load of surprises on my Dad. Then to pacify him, I gave him the suit. I didn’t tell him it was from Eros and there were only two in the world.

He may keep it in his closet and never wear it. I couldn’t have that. I would love to do that to this gown but I found myself being persuaded by Emily’s calm voice

She really knew how to use that to her advantage all the time. When I mentioned Hera West, she would hear none of it. Although I could hear the pain in her voice as she told me to wear it.

She really