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Sixty-eight
As minutes passed by and the night got deeper, Isabella’s hope of seeing Nicholas tonight slowly shrunk. She could feel her every muscle start numbing from the cold and the effects of the Martini. But neither was the reason she wanted to slump on the floor and weep like a hopeless child. She never understood why she had to feel like she was never important to him. Indeed, he made her feel like she was, but it only happens when he’s with her. And when it came to his responsibilities, people, and the outside world, Isabella felt she was quickly forgotten. “So, still planning to answer my question?” Blake’s voice pulled her back to reality when he spoke. Momentarily, Isabella realized he was with her all the time, she was spacing out. “S-sorry, what was it again?” Skeptically, she asked
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