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Instead, they were told to stay in the library for three days and make an essay about a poem they want to take as a piece in their recital for next month’s activity. As usual, she was alone at that table in the Science books section. She had inserted her work on one of the books she had with her. She’s placing some weird cards in an unusual pattern. It was a white card with the letter W and F in an Old English font style as the back design. It doesn’t have any numbers, but it has figures and names on it. Some cards are named with King, Muse, Musketeer, Shadow, Rock, and Philosopher.

"Actually, there is this—“ He paused. Ria’s aquamarine eyes drew him to her and it was as if they were casting a spell over him. Ian drew in a deep breathe. It is now or never! "I belong to this association for business men and women. It is called BMW. And just like Amber Foundation annual party, we always have a party too but it is a dinner party and it is in three weeks time. Will you go with me? As my date.” Ian requested. Ria jaw dropped immediately. “Ria, I know—“

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He grunted, leaning on the chair. Zoey beamed, reaching for the zipper in her bag and bring out a large book, she passed it to him. He held the book, his eyes reading the title and subtitle. 'how to make a girl fall in love with you in thirty days (a month) by Roger C. Pierce' Alec grunted, before banging the book loudly on the table. "That's a month, I have only half a month," He sighed. "Oh." She smiled a little. "Sorry,"

"A blind date with three people? Oh, this is amazing! I’m so excited! I can't wait to witness an amazing situation like this!" Abigail hummed maintaining her confidence right within herself, "it's the only way left for us to make our plan to work perfectly, Mommy will not agree if we say it's a date, so bring her out normally and boom, we will make it a blind date." Alexander leaned back on his hands, still not entirely convinced though he is agreeing with every plan Abigail says. "I hope this plan works." Viola, already swept up in the thrill of the idea, clapped her hands together. "It will! A blind date with three potential partners? Even my imagination is running wild! It’s brilliant! Ne

He hoped to find useful information from the articles but found nothing significant. "Continue," Regis ordered indifferently, noticing that his assistant was waiting for a response. Clearing his throat, Mark continued, "As per your instructions, I've filled out the criteria you requested." Mark handed his tablet to Regis and added, "Here is a list of women scheduled for the blind dates from tomorrow afternoon to evening. There are thirty-two in total." One of Regis's eyebrows lifted. He glanced at Mark and said, "Looks like you're quite popular, Mark. I thought you'd been wasting your charm all this time."

My hands shook as I texted her. Elara Matthews. I need to become someone who surprises no one. Will you help me? She replied within only fifteen minutes. Meet me at 2 p.m. tomorrow. Do not wear anything you care about. Lucia’s studio was minimalist—white walls, chrome racks, and mannequins dressed like magazine covers. The woman herself was tall, silver-haired, and wore sunglasses even indoors. "You're late," she said, looking at her watch impatiently. “I’m early,” I replied.

People were calling me a plagiarist and were attacking me on every social media platform I had. Additionally, the number one trending topic was #GenuisPaintressLeahRivers. It turned out Skyler had spent a fortune to make Leah's art show a trending topic. People were singing her praises in the comments and calling her an art prodigy. I tapped on the hashtag and looked at photos of Leah's art show. Due to my blurred vision, I stared at them for a long time until my left eye became sore. That was when I saw that most of her work, including the details and inspiration, were blatant copies of my work. Yet, everyone thought she was the victim.

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As was the section on "Strategic Alliances: Knowing Who to Trust and Who to Watch." Finally, I glanced at the antique clock on the desk and realized with a start that nearly an hour had passed. I needed to get ready. I closed the book carefully and returned it to its place on the shelf. As I turned to leave, my eyes caught on another book, this one was slim and bound in white leather: "The Luna's Gift: Understanding Your True Power." I pulled it from the shelf, but when I opened it, the pages were blank. Completely blank, as if the book had never been written in or the ink had somehow faded entirely.