Behind The Spotlight: My Wife Is A Fake Celebrity

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bruised and s

night of thinking about Leon C

th such an expensive d

y freak because Nora wouldn'

making her quickly reach for it and see an u

Arnolds, Mr. Carusso'sassistant.

't remember giving her n

nquire about your free

She hadn't thought of a suitable day to go

g to the salon to get her hair and nails done, fi

ast drop of her signat

gotten time to

nts you to dress up casually. He thinks you're

he smile in the s

ating his lines? Why didn't he make the cal

k her irritation. "Well,

like French cuisi

, I

lf an hour for a brunch atDani

he sky eyes, Nora glanced at the

a shower. And... he's going to pick me up... oh, God, no. Le

t him. You said he'd ask me to brunch at Daniel's?

nt's reply, Nora quickly hung up t

o carefully consider the dr

hite midi dress from her wardrobe, paired i

homeless, okay!" She called out to her cat before jumpin

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el. The restaurant was loca

combination of glas

for serving a high-quality contemp

shness has attracted many Hollywood cel

Nora entered t

e-tiled floor as a waiter greets her

e Mr. Leon Caru

quickly esc

o a corner, to a ta

e with a cup of tea still steami

s head as she

re was a tremor of laughter in his v

'm glad to see you again." He looked at Nora's Dress with an approving

tructions. As proof, I refu

e easier if I

istant woke me up with her noisy phon

lips. "So, did you have time to s

cour

tnight. Because if your hangover had been worse, even

s if he had already seen her d

ediately realised her disrespectfu

rofessional, as the date was

n more polite since you donated so much to charity last night. I

der this a bu

sked back with a f

with Leon Carusso, she had to be careful

r." The diplo

." He took out a folded piece of paper from his coat p

he contents. Her eyes widened at t

inned, "A busin