(Orlando's POV)
“...and I want to raise a toast to the woman I love most, Paris.” I lifted the glass and there was a round of applause, followed by clinking of wine glasses.
Some friends of Paris’s who came for her annual post-birthday dinner surrounded the table.
Now, I wasn't sure why she hosted a post-birthday party every damn year. Neither was I happy to be here, when I could rather be at home resting or working.
But Paris was a Leighton, and you never offend a Leighton.
“Thank you, babe.” She was smiling sweetly, with her eyes glinting under the warm chandelier-lit room. “If I didn't know better, I'd say you were in love with me.”
There was a loud rumble of laughter that went around the room.
If they thought the statement was a joke, then they didn't know Paris well enough.
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