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・C H A P T E R 8・
Asya collapsed gracelessly into the reception hall couch, letting out a dramatic sigh.
Finally.
Closing her eyes she inhaled the salty scent carried in by a breeze through the open sliding doors and let it settle in her palate.
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Asya turned her from head side to side, inspecting her reflection carefully. No smears, no smudges, no streaks. Taking a calming breath, she applied a final coat of lipstick and took a small sip of her iced coffee.The last three days had passed in a glorious blur of relaxing on the beach with Julian, dinners on the terrace, continental breakfasts and rehearsals. Ivan had played nice, but she still avoided him when she could, which proved fairly easy since Julian was practically allergic to him.
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