AVA DUVAL Not one of my so-called friends ever told me someone hovering around them would be so tiring! At breakfast, Mr Ethan watched me like a hawk that I thought I had something stuck in my teeth. When my dressmaker came, she excused herself because his gaze was too intense to handle. Even the cook took a leave, although for a different case, but he was probably one of them. He hovered around me like a vulture around a corpse. Now, I sat with my friends who talked about less interesting things — a party at a new hotel, boys they've used or found disposable.He still watched, paying more attention to their conversation than I did. I glanced over at him taking in his looks. “Is he your bodyguard? I was wondering why he was standing there,” one of my friends, Rosie, said. I twirled my glass before taking a sip of my wine. I turned to face him. “He is. After my attack, Daddy swore to get me one,” I explained. The girls nodded, their faces awed at such greek- gods giving face.
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