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See You At the Picture Show
Speculation was all over the Internet. Rome didn’t want to spoil their time in Vegas by constantly checking his phone, but he was nervous. If anyone figured out who Ella was, that could be a huge problem. He saw the pictures, and there was no way to identify her unless someone knew her really well, but the fact that she’d lost her shoe alarmed him. One of the entertainment sites was reporting that a member of the paparazzi had taken her shoe and was doing his best to trace it back to where and when it had been purchased and by whom. It was just a matter of time until someone recognized the shoe had been purchased in the Venetian, and while Rome had paid cash and they’d been careful not to call each other by their real names where anyone could hear, he was worried. “You know, we could get
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