There I was, surrounded by the opulent decor of Therman Bedlow and his wife's luxurious mansion, focusing on the intricate details of the party we were planning. The crystal chandelier above cast a warm glow over the silk tablecloths and fine china, while the floral centerpieces added a touch of elegance to the atmosphere. As an event planner, I prided myself on ensuring everything was perfect for my clients.
"Ms. Reynolds," Therman approached me, his voice smooth and deep as velvet. His gray eyes twinkled with mischief beneath his silver brows. "I must say, your attention to detail is mesmerizing."
"Thank you, Therman," I responded, slightly taken aback by his flirtatious tone. My heart skipped a beat, but I maintained my composure, reminding myself of our professional relationship.
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