Never Let Go
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o creating stunning clothes that stand out in the industry. My boutique shop is my pride and joy, whe
r knocked. I looked up to see my secretary, Sophia
o much," Sophia said, placing the files before me
row. "Do you hav
beamed,
rlier," I said with a ch
ng her hands. "I love you
d the boutique. Outside, I patte
spotted the keys insid
er roared. I jumped, startl
I flagged it down. To
keys in my car, and it's raining. Could you plea
ed behind him a
the owner of the car was sitting. As the car moved
turning to the mysterious man. "N
"I'm happ
d I felt an inex
n," I said,
h, sent shivers down my
inst the windshield, and I wonder
n-soaked streets, the stranger's
so late?" he asked, h
al. "Just catching up on some design
His inter
er," I explained. "I
s impressive. What inspir
reating something beautiful," I said. "Fashion allows me t
htfully. "You have a pass
e silence for a moment
s your
" I re
, his smile rea
elegance of his features – chiseled jawlin
htful. "What's your favorite part about running a boutiq
me. Most people asked superficial
wed effortlessly. I found myself sharing stor
it, we arrived a
ou like me to drop you home inst
if I should trust th
ut Miles warm smi
t I can go from here. Thanks a lot." I walke
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she turned to me once more. "Thanks a
car, waved, and walk
ver, directing him to park under
she stood up, she glanced at the bus schedule, then
gan dancing down the road. Her
," I told
ay, leaving
ment, I stepped out of th
ome?" a voice laced w
her, the one person I d
se, Mother," I said dry
, slapping me har
pat. "Have you forgotten h
iled wryly. "I wasn't
ck on you. Mommy loves and
ght, she loves me and love hurts
sent documents for you to sign. All you need t
ady working on a project. Can't continu
our father knows best. He hand
ountered, "I'm still learnin
to be a shame to us. You're 27, and still new
way, her w
up," I said, standin
shirt, collapsing onto my
in my dress pants, having
one, I went to take a bath a
left my apartment
stant informed me, "Yo
fter two minute
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