Claire’s POVI quickened my pace, struggling to catch up with my dad. He was way too fast, and he didn’t bother turning back to see if I was still following him or if I had failed to keep up.“Dad, wait for me!” I called out, scrambling to fix a hairpin that had come loose in my ginger hair.“Claire, hurry up,” he said, finally turning to look at me, but he continued walking as soon as he did.Soon, we arrived at a large, imposing door. Dad opened it and walked in, but I paused outside, pulling out my small mirror. I stared at my reflection, adjusting my hairpin for the umpteenth time. I was worried. Today was the day I finally got to meet my future husband, Grey De Luca.Although I was only eight, and Grey was only ten, our parents had agreed we would marry when we became adults. Dad said it was for the benefit of our family business; if I got engaged to Grey, his father would sign a crucial family alliance with Dad. Even though I hadn’t met him, or even seen what he looked like, I w
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