Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica I Choose The Arranged Marriage

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The next morning, feeling somewhat better, I arrived at the design firm right on time.

Sarah, my creative director, held my resignation letter with mixed emotions when I told her about returning home for marriage.

"First my best jewelry designer leaves for marriage," she sighed, shaking her head. "The studio won't be the same without you.'

Words failed me, so I hugged her instead, grateful for her mentorship over the years.

News of my departure spread quickly through the office. My colleagues insisted on throwing me a farewell dinner.

I suggested the Italian restaurant Castro and I frequented partly because I didn't know many others, but mostly because their seafood risotto was exceptional.

During dinner, I excused myself to the wash my hand, only to find Oriana touching up her makeup at the marble vanity.

"What a coincidence!" She smiled warmly at my reflection. "You know, Castro first brought me here during our college days. We've had so many special moments in this place since then."

I returned a polite smile and turned to leave, seeing no reason for small talk between us.

But Oriana wasn't finished.

something the other night - Castro always rinses the spicy sauce off

word "too" - made

always insisted on

protective. Now I realized he was simply acting

who couldn't handle

head, studying

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to say this since I first saw you... Don't you think

never felt more

falling into place I hadn't been his love, I'd been her

in the private dining room, my colleagues' warmth slowly

as I was beginning to push aside

eyes

contained rage in his

His voice cut through the chatter like ice. "A

unprepared for what happened next. His hand connected with my cheek in a sharp crack that

he had never raised a hand

"You knew her ankle was injured. I told you I'd explain everything later is this

cheek burned where

from down the hallway. Her

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