The waiter lost his grip, and the tray of red wine glasses tipped forward, drenching my clothes. Wine soaked through the fabric, dripping down onto the floor, where shattered glass littered the ground.Before I could say anything, the waiter turned on me, his eyes full of disdain as he looked me up and down.“How did you sneak in here? This is the most exclusive hotel in Harbor City, not some place that just any homeless person can walk into.”Hearing the commotion, Cara looked over at me. Our eyes met, and for a second, she froze.“George? What are you doing here?”I bent down to pick up my phone, its screen cracked from the fall, and let out a sigh.“I had something to do here,” I replied.Someone nearby asked her in confusion, “Miss Dempsey, do you know him?”Cara pressed her lips together. A flicker of unreadable emotion passed through her eyes.“Yeah. He’s my ex.”I let out a half-smile, finding it funny. Back then, she never acknowledged our relationship in public, and
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