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Alice ushers me inside the hall.
I sigh for the hundredth time that evening. We're at Bella's exhibition despite the fact that I didn't want to come. Then again, who can refuse Alice Whitlock once she decides something? No one, I guess.
Masen's hand is in mine and he a thoughtful expression on his face as he takes in his surroundings. "So many clothes", he says to me.
I smile at him. "Bella designed them", I reply. "This is what she does."
"Can we get a dwess for Mama?"
A dress. For Rosalie.
Alice steps in and whispers in Masen's ear. I'm thankful for her intervention as I really hate these kind of situations.
"Okay", says the kid once Alice moves away from him and rushes towards one of the stalls.
I don't want to be here.
What am I doing here?
Why?
Stupid Alice.
I tug at my tie and loosen it. I'd entered the house after a long day at the office and the first thing I was told, was that we're going to an exhibition.
All I want to do is leave right now and I'm about to when Bella comes to me, looking surprised.
Then she smiles and I melt.
I'm not going anywhere. I'd do anything to see that smile again. It's perfect.
She's perfect.
"You've done a good job here", I compliment.
"Thanks", she says. "As surprising as it is to see you, I'm glad that you came."
She's glad that I came.
She's glad that I came.
What's wrong with me? I'm acting like a lovesick fool. This isn't like me.
There's loud music playing and crowds of people. This woman is a talented designer. Her work is in demand and she's...
I don't know.
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