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“Really? Hmm I must have been mistaken”

“I think itso closely on this project”

“Of course Mirraccino see fa to make wishes there And that bakery, it was fantastic”

Grayson’s voice faded into the background as Annabelle latched on to a fuzzy memory of her mother They’d been here, in this very piazza the day before her ue that she was having a hard ti on it But she did recall her mother had been upset She definitely hadn’t been her usual happy, s self

“Annabelle? Are you okay?”

Grayson’s voice jarred her back to reality Heat rushed up her neck and settled in her cheeks She was e she’d zoned out and gotten lost in her memories “I’m sorry What did you say?”

“I can see so you” He led her over to one of the benches surrounding the fountain and they sat down “I knoe barely know each other, butSoer about my troubles”

What did she say? That she had soue flashback? And why did she have it? What did it even mean?

It was best to deflect the question “What troubles do you have?”

He glanced away “Weuht now You’re the one who looked as though you saw a ghost”

So he did have a skeleton or two in his closet Was it bad that she took so that he wasn’t as perfect as she i into his past When she’d done her research on Fo Shizzle, she’d been more interested in his company’s financial history and their projections for the future—all of which consisted of glowing reports

“Annabelle?”

“Okay It’s not that big of a deal I was just re here with my mother”

His brows drew together “I don’t understand Why would that upset you?”

She’d told hiht as well tell hi deal “It’s just that the ue I re like herself She was quiet and short-tempered Quite unlike her”