Oscar frowned, his voice a low growl. "What's it to you?"

He barely knew Freya. They were just neighbors, nothing more. Yet here she was, reminding him of his family rule.

He shrugged off her hand, recoiling from her touch. Freya flushed, stung by the rejection.

Tomas, overhearing, stepped in. "Oscar, that's no way to talk to a lady. Don't worry, Freya. I'll have a word with him."

But his chivalry only fanned Freya's humiliation. She stormed off, finding Debra in the dance studio. She marched up, hand raised to strike, but Debra caught her wrist. "What's your problem?"

Freya, always the picture of calm, was unraveling.

"You're shameless. Stringing men along, and now you're after Oscar too?"

Debra held firm. "I don't know what you're talking about. Are

words hit a nerve,

"I..."

you like someone, you should make an effort to win them over. If you like him, you should go tell him rather than

about his family. They don't allow him to date. Stay

who are you to him?" Debra

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Freya can't stand her.

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