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At the sound of his name Blaze walks over to us. "Did you need something, Remi?" I shake my head. Cera extends her hand to Blaze. Instead of shaking it; he kisses her knuckles as he bows in respect. "Mrs. Ramos, it's a pleasure to finally formally meet you. I've heard many great things about you."

My breath catches. “What…?” I whisper. Just hours ago, it was four hundred thousand. Now… I scroll frantically. Notifications flood the screen. Likes. Comments. Mentions. Stories tagged with my name. Videos clipped from the gala. Slow-motion shots of me dancing. Falling and Standing back up iconically. Raya. Of course. She’s been busy. I open my messages. **Raya:** *DON’T PANIC. YOU BROKE THE INTERNET.* **Raya:** *We’re trending in six countries.*

Olivia accepted them carefully. "They're beautiful." "I thought so too." For a moment, they stood there smiling at each other. Then Emma appeared behind Olivia. Ryan looked up. Emma grinned. "You must be Ryan." "I am." Emma crossed her arms. "I'm Emma." "The protective sister?" "The very one." Ryan laughed. Olivia covered her face. "Please ignore her." "I can't," Ryan replied. "She's intimidating." Emma smiled proudly. "Good answer." Dinner turned out to be easier than Olivia expected.

His gaze meets mine. "Katherine Collins. It's a pleasure, Mr. Coleman." I offer a handshake, still amazed at how young he is, among other things. The square jaw, the stubble, and the blue, almost gray, eyes were a combination that made his face perfect. "Just Niels, please. It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Collins. I am the Chief Marketing Officer, and I believe we'll be meeting frequently from today onwards." "You're the CMO of Ryan? Excuse my surprise... it's just that I expected someone less young."

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Oh Does that mean, I'm his 'crushie' who is always hitting on his tweets? I put his cellphone on my side and opened mine. I immediately went to Twitter and stalked his account. All I got was retweets of memes. I haven't seen her tweet about that to her 'crushie'. I scrolled until I found what I was looking for. His tweet was four days ago. DDEA @sekyel ramen wid u someday. Then there is a picture of ramen attached to it. I also noticed that the ramen he was eating was the one served at Jutsiken. I scrolled further up. Someone mentioned it in his retweet.

Laila. As we docked at the shores of Rayuwa, my heart began to beat fast. Maryam had assured me I had nothing to worry about, and as long as we were together, no one would dare harm me even though her father had banned me from the island. Adam's mother was also with us, but she had no clue what was going on. Maryam had convinced her mother to follow, claiming it was a life and death situation, and the Sarauniya had obliged her.

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"You're right. Plus, I don't think my apartment has nearly enough room for what you'll need to work on your art. Since you're all famous and everything now." Rosie rolled her eyes lightly, her cheeks growing warm. "I am not famous." Aatalo scoffed. "You have fifty thousand followers on I*******m, Rosie. It's only growing." Rosie shrugged sheepishly, her shyness starting to peak out. She cleared her throat as she stood up, not wanting to talk about herself anymore. "I need to get going. I have to meet with my real estate agent." "My baby is finally grown up," Tamara mused, clasping her hands together like a proud mother.

“Four minutes and thirty-eight seconds.” My jaw dropped. Who calculated time like that? Reese shot me a brief glance, amusement flickering in his eyes before he turned back to his brother. “Alright, Ramsey. Give Savannah and me a moment to talk. I’ll find you later at dinner.” “Sure!” Ramsey said brightly. “Goodbye, ma’am. It was nice talking with you.” “Likewise,” I replied, smiling even though his back was already turned. “Don’t forget me,” he called over his shoulder. “The name’s Ramsey. Ramsey Reed!”