RUIN ME TENDER
We greet each other, his voice warm as he says, "The pleasure is mine, Miss Moreau. I was beginning to think this night would be dull, but then fortune decided to bring me here."
I let out a soft chuckle, lifting a brow. "Fortune, is it?"
His grin widens. "Unless you believe in fate."
"Oh, I don't," I say smoothly, sipping the last of my wine. "I believe in calculated moves, Mr. Ambrose. Destiny is just what we call the choices we don't realize we've made."
Dean's eyes glimmer with amusement, and the easy banter begins. The background hum of music sways gently, weaving through the murmured conversations of Manhattan's elite.
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