Melissa’s POVIt’s a struggle, trying to think of where to take a rich man to dinner when I only have my credit card. But I manage to take Zane to a pretty upscale Japanese restaurant in the hotel, which he seems happy about.“I haven’t dined here before,” he admits. “I only flew in from Paris a week ago.”“So you live there?”“For the past three years, yes.” Zane smiles and nods at the waiter who brings in our sushi. “But before that, I was here in New York. That’s how we met.”“So you’re really going to keep that mystery going, huh?” I say, laughing as we’re about to sample our food.Zane and I keep talking, but as we do so, I start to feel a little stirring at the side of my head. The migraines have been happening pretty often, so I figured out a way to deal with them: taking aspirin before they get too bad. I excuse myself to go to the bathroom, popping two aspirin pills and drinking some water. I stare at myself in the mirror, noting how gaunt I look. “It’s alright,” I whisper
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