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Grand Arrival
‘I feel a little sorry for Elizabeth,’ Lucy said, as the sleigh moved, the rows of fairy lights that covered it so bright she had to squint at the cheering crowds that lined the street. ‘I mean, she’s all alone on Christmas.’
‘Do you really think Elizabeth’s alone?’ Dan said. ‘She’s not alone. She has her fifty million or whatever social media followers. That’s all she really cares about. Even when I was briefly stupid enough to go out with her, she was obsessed with what complete strangers thought about her. It was no surprise that she’s a top model, but she’s welcome to all her money and fame. I’d rather be here, riding on this sleigh, sitting between Father Christmas and Maid Marian.’ He gave her hand a light squeeze. ‘Merry Christmas, Lucy.’
‘Are you making a move
