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“I mean, just look at that”

“I a,” Iup the back of my throat as he lifts her hand and presses a kiss to it

And then I watch no more

Soin what is meant to be

So s

Except et away from him

“Hey, Holly” Ivy appears to old sheath dress and a wide sht?”

“Yeah, Griffin Middle out his hand

“Griffin Middle your light under a bushel is so not Hollywood I suppose you’re more at home at the Old Bailey”

“Oh, Griffin makes himself at ho next to him “Oh, look at you A rose between two thorns,” she adds, linking her ar sister to dance yet”

“Do you want to dance?” he asks uncertainly

“Only all night long,” she says, tugging on his arm

“Well, that ell,” Ivy murmurs “Do you think she’s psychic?”

“Isla?” My gaze follows the pair “Maybe she just feels a little sorry for me”

“By stealing your dancing partner?” she asks with a laugh

“No I—” Why a on between Griffin and et the impression she wants to squeeze my cheeks like I’ve been the topic of conversation I fix on a smile and pretend I don’t mind

“I know I have eyes I also have advice And an eer co her out of the room to another, this one with a makeshift bar

“A wee dra her accent as she pours two fingers of whisky into a glass and then passes it over She pours herself sparkling water “Up your bulass toin front of your husband on his birthday”

“I’ll bear that in lass to et a taste for this”