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Andrea stands in front of the bathroom mirror and zips the side of her new dress. The dress is strapless and made of champagne colored lace and tulle with a beige satin lining. It brushes her ankles and swishes when she moves. She gathers hair in a graceful bun and pins it with the diamond hairpins. She slips on the new pair of gold heels and slowly spins in front of the mirror. “Mrs. Hamilton, where are you going all dressed up?” a servant asks. “I’m going on a date,” Andrea says happily. Andrea leaves the mansion with the handwritten note from Lance. It has instructions about where to meet him. She gives the address to her driver and the man quickly takes her to the marina. The sky is a soft pink, and fluffy clouds slowly drift across. There’s a silver Bugatti Veyron parked near the m