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A billionaire's love {Falling for the Billioanire}

Chapter 9 festivals

Word Count: 1151    |    Released on: 04/07/2022

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e walked through the scene, Diana liked it, she would great and hug and talk about everything else other than wha

O, MADNESS" I answered when she asked about the films we were to see today. Gall came first and an hour later came the rush that was To, Madness. I was excited about it, but worried about the mentally visible stain that was what happened with us last night. Why was she not down to talk about it/ it was a beautiful night, and we both had the time of

ed on by "you are doing great fighting for us like you are," she encouraged a lone and sickly-looking male protester. In my opinion, that one came here looking to get laid. But I knew for sure that the chances of him getting anywhere near a skirt were slim

Giza to the to Van Gogh's mastery, to Beethoven's flow. It was indeed beautiful inside. The lights too

now sat between us, and I was furious. What on

o understanding of what was happening with her. But I re

to observe so I could figure a way out of the building. But that, in reality, would have been difficult as there was only one way

the door, or at least those who knew him and were close enough to get near him flooded the door. You should have seen it, it was embarrassing how people fa

e on his lofty little seat. But I did not care, I loved what I saw and that was all that mattered. "Messiah would never sell out!" I yelled, though my voice got lost in the midst of the applause and cheers, I felt like I had made a stamp on the world, an unnecessary good for the world of art that no one else could take away from me. And I was satisfied- with the confused look the man who sat next to me had when he looked at me on hearing my shout. "Messiah would never sell out!" he joined and said it again and agai

nd she did mine, she dragged me down t

nd whispering and laughing and… and everything I wanted. But I could tell she still would not talk about last night. I could not tell if it was indifference or confusion or

it anyway. All I wanted was to make her happy.

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