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Leanne's heels clicked against the pavement as she murmured a quick "thanks."

At the top of the steps, Curtis opened a black umbrella he'd taken from someone nearby and descended to meet her.

Her dress was simple, yet it seemed tailor-made to accentuate her figure. The soft, silk fabric in a muted shade of sky blue clung to her just right, outlining her curves before flowing down into gentle ripples, much like waves spreading across a calm lake.

She was the epitome of grace, untouched by the world's chaos.

The umbrella hovered above Leanne, shielding her perfectly from the drizzle.

The gala had begun, the grand hall bustling with the clinking of glasses and laughter.

Battling the wind and rain, a waiter held the door for them, the warm, inviting scent of wine greeting them as they stepped inside.

sea with Leanne by his side, engaging in light conversation and handshakes. A Vector Vista shareholder, who was in his forties, glass in hand, beamed at them, laying it on thick, "What a pleasure to meet you. I've heard about your

barely registered the compliment, responding politely, "Nice to meet you," as she reached to shake his

You couldn't even if you tried."

asked, puzzled by his sudden lack of

slept around. Curtis didn't

of man you want to get friendly

wondering where on earth he'd find chicken wings

the crowd, nodding

whispered, "Mr. Stewart and Kenneth from Ascend

nodded, then turned to Leanne with a tone one might use on a naughty child. "I need to speak with some guests. Hang around here and grab something to eat if you're hungry. If

Leanne replied, "I'm twenty-six,

look so

he raised an eyebrow and added,