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years

parkled under the glow of grand chandeliers, their light bouncing off polished marble floors. She felt slightly out of place amid the sea of design

t she was being watched. She dismissed the thought, assuming it was just her nerves. After all, this was her fi

tion of art pieces and vacation packages. She let her eyes wander, pre

d individuals vying for his attention. His dark hair was neatly combed, his tailored suit a testament t

ri

oded her mind. She remembered the blood on his forehead, his weak voice as he struggled

onfident demeanor faltered for a moment, replaced by wide-eyed recognition. He muttered

oaching her)

oked different-older, more self-assured, yet there was

t): "I'm sorry,

ve years ago, the car acc

ked away resurfaced. That night had been a fleeting moment i

dn't think yo

t about you ever since. I always hoped I

she had expected from this chance encounter, but it certainl

membered you texte

in:

"Well, you seem to be doing w

ve been fortunate in business, but meeting you ag

the lingering wariness she carried around men. They began to talk, the

rning point for him. He explained how it had forced him

many risks. That night... it changed everything. I started thinking a

s with which he spoke. It was a stark contrast to the arrog

n, but something about Adrian made her want to share. She told him about her career, her mo

, Sophia. You've built an

eded to prove to myself that I co

Adrian's attention never wavered, and Sophia found herself l

o wind down, but neither of

t I've never enjoyed one as much as tonight. I'd lo

t years protecting herself from the pain of relationships,

don't know, Adrian. My

thing complicated. Just dinner.

er, and what has happened to her

attle she was fighting within herself. Sophia looked in

t only because you still

: "Deal. I'll tex

enced in years. As she stepped into her car, she glanced back and saw h

out him-the way he had looked at her, the sincerity

all to

e did when she got

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ng to believe this. Remember Adria

ved? Of course, I rem

at the gala. W

like something out of a

d me. And then he

ia! This is huge! Pleas

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y, Soph, you deserve to be happy. Give him a chance. Wh

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