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12: ITS HIM.

Author: Glittering gold
last update Last Updated: 2024-12-05 19:34:01

ELARA'S POV

I glance at his usual black suit, the kind he always wears, then back at his face. My heart skips a beat, and I quickly stand up my pulse racing.

His lips curl into a smile, a slow and familiar one. that made my stomach do a weird flip, and I don’t know why.

This can’t be happening.

“Long time no see, darling,” he says, his voice smooth and sure. Any doubts I had vanished in an instant.

It’s him. Nathaniel.

he is right in front of me, in arms reach!

“Elara,” another voice calls out my name, snapping me out of my thoughts. I turn to see Nico walking toward me.

He’s grinning, like always, his bright smile lighting up his face. He’s just a few steps away now.

“Nico,” I say, a smile breaking through my confusion. The anger bubbling up inside me fades. I grab my purse from Nathaniel’s hand without looking at him and hurry toward Nico.

“I didn’t know you were back in town,” I say, stopping in front of him.

Nico’s been a family friend for years. He’s Mr. DeLuca’s son, and we met
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Is that anything to fall apart over? lol
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