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Chapter Nineteen
DALMA POV It was the night of the event….Well, dinner, like he repeatedly called it. I stood in front of my mirror, holding my dress against my body. It looked divine, and I was nervous. It was like the dress was tailored for me alone. I've never been amongst that many rich folks like I will be tonight. HONKKKK I looked out of my window when i saw headlights, then I saw him. He looked resplendent, in his black tuxedo and tie. I stood there, at my window, watching him climb up the stairs to my door. It was then I remembered I wasn't dressed yet. Fuck it. I hurriedly picked up my dressing robe and ran to the door. I opened it just to meet his back to my face. When he turned around, I could see profound shock written on his face. Apart from the fact that I wasn't ready yet, I coul
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