She smiled and bit her lower lip, looking around the room. "Yes, there is," she replied, staring me up and down with a grin in kind. She began, "How old are you, Gabriel?""19", I answered truthfully. I wasn't sure what the optimal answer was, but I knew it'd be easier to play off my genuine lack of worldly experience if I stuck with a lower number. If I would have told her I was 25 instead, which I might have been able to pass as, she might get suspicious if she realized how little I knew about the upper class lifestyle.She stared at me with warm umber eyes, "You're just a boy."I feigned innocence, shrugging. "That may be true, but I have already found great success in the world, having started my own company as young as sixteen. I am sure that many a man twice my age cannot say the same, and have a less impressive list of achievements. Though, I must confess, ma'am, that I find myself lonely at times, and it does make for a rather hollow feeling, having to endure life without the
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