ISABELLE
“Are you absolutely sure it’s going to happen?” Loretta, my best friend, asked.
I rolled my eyes, barely looking up as I scrolled through my phone, searching for the perfect i********: inspiration to borrow. “Patience is a virtue,” I said with a smirk. “I know he’ll come through.”
As I continued my search, my thumb froze over a familiar face. Xander. A recent picture of him appeared on my screen, and before I could react, Loretta leaned in, peering over my shoulder.
“Girl, you are lucky,” she sighed dreamily. “That man is a work of art.”
A smug smile tugged at my lips. Over the years, I had carefully built an image for myself—one of confidence, power, and a life that others envied. And Xander was part of that image, the perfect accessory to my carefully curated existence.
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