She Flash-Married To His Rival by Harber Venus

Moira returned the phone to the stunning woman, her cheeks still tinged with warmth. "Thanks a million, gorgeous."

"I'm Everly Sullivane."

"Alright then, Miss Everly."

Everly glanced at Moira and broke into a sudden grin. "Ms. Jimenez, you're quite the charmer."

Moira hesitated, about to respond, when Everly was whisked away by her friend.

"Sorry to run off, Ms. Jimenez. Let's catch up later."

"No worries, next time, for sure."

After Everly left, Moira stood there feeling a bit at loose ends, but Barclay gestured for her to stay put.

She remained still. What if she wandered off, and they ended up missing each other? That would be incredibly awkward.

At that moment, a waiter arrived with a tray of vibrant drinks. Moira casually reached for one, taking a sip.

Tart and sweet, surprisingly refreshing, with a hint of lemon and fruitiness. Moira took another sip, feeling a bit buzzed, unable to resist another.

It was her first taste of such a concoction, and she had no clue about the brand. But it was oddly irresistible, making her tempted to ask Cynthia for a purchase link. But that was just a passing thought.

drained her glass, scanning the room but

tune on her imaginary piano.

you're quite dedicated, even

Without it, Ms. Jimenez won't win any

passed, and Ms. Jimenez hasn't reaped many rewards

and Moira looked up to see two unfamiliar women standing nearby, each with a drink in

without your

"You-"

of the women faltered, and Moira's remark

grade who's in ĕ need of a piano teacher. You're not too busy these days, are you? Would you consider taking on a part

your talent,

to the

could do that. But my tutoring rates

as Ms. Jimenez can provide quality lessons for my niece, we're

raised her voice, drawing attention from those

this month. They pay me 600 thousand dollars per hour. But for your niece, I can offer

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thousand dollars per hour, with a minimum of twenty hours of lessons per

expression shifted, her rehearsed words caught in her