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.

night - Castro always rinses the spicy sauce off your shrimp. Are you sensitive to

word "too"

loved spicy food. But Castro always insisted on rinsing my shrimp, claiming

was being protective. Now I realized

Oriana, who couldn't handle

her head, studying my

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meaning to say this since I first saw you...

felt

triumphant gaze, I fled the bathroom, the pieces finally falling

dining room, my colleagues' warmth slowly thawed

beginning to push aside the unpleasant encounter, the door

his eyes scanning the crowded room.

contained

the chatter like ice.

into the marble-lined hallway, I was utterly unprepared for what happened next. His hand connected with my cheek in a

he had never raised

Oriana?" Meeting my shocked gaze, he showed no remorse only fury. "You knew her ankle was injured. I told you I'd explain

where he'd

limped toward us from down the hallway. Her designer blouse was rumpled and

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