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She might still be half-asleep, but the hammering on the front door felt like a pickaxe straight to her skull. She dragged herself out of bed, a wave of nausea hitting her as she stood up. She waited for it to pass before she practically stumbled to the front door. She opened it to find a beautiful box waiting, with more tissue paper and another handwritten note.
This could be your life.
I know some of the fans call me the crowned prince of guitar. You’d be my princess.
There would be perks, like I said. Call me on the number on the back to discuss
-R
Holy s**t. She had his number. His personal mobile number. And he wanted her to call...
The thought of him made the butterflies in her stomach not only flutter, but completely go nuts, like they were trying to escape through the lini
