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It was strange seeing Hanna sitting behind Brie’s desk. She looked lovely wearing a caramel-colored sweater dress, an emerald choker around her slender neck, her hairstyle bouffant. The dark bags under her eyes that had been gradually fading away seemed to be entirely gone, and more color had returned to her face. Working here with something important to do probably had something to do with her improved appearance. With few opportunities to see her in business dress since the divorce, I sometimes forgot how beautiful she was. We were a handsome couple. But despite my nostalgia, I missed Brie and yearned for her.
“I brought some scones,” Hanna said, cheerfully greeting me. She was excited to be here. “I’d forgotten how tacky that conference room looked. I can help you renovate it.”
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