Mia's POVI held Mr. Eric's card between my fingers as I drove home that night, glancing at it more times than I cared to admit. It sat on the passenger seat like it meant something, and I didn’t understand why.By the time I got back to the estate, the house was quiet. Dinner had long ended, and the staff moved around in peace. Somewhere in the distance, I could hear Miles laughing—probably on a call, probably being dramatic about something.I slipped upstairs without announcing my return.Once I was inside my room, I kicked off my heels, letting them fall somewhere behind me. I pulled the card out again, ran my thumb over the smooth surface. Then I sat at the edge of my bed, staring at it.What was I even supposed to say?Hi, it’s Mia. The girl who interrupted your dinner?Or—Hi, I don’t know why I’m calling, but I haven’t stopped thinking about you since dinner.I groaned softly, falling back onto the bed.“This is ridiculous,” I muttered to myself.It was just a card, but still…
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