A Love Confession from Las Vegas

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ed, fake upper-class crowd in the ro

o need to mention it,"

sophistication, made it feel like there

believed she wasn't worthy

ust a simple exchange-he gave her an umbrella in the rain. With a definition, it

ly and brightly, accepting the situation with ease. "

was filled with white pebbles. After exhaling the last puff of smoke, he

for a moment

ed to admit, I've been lost for quite a w

aceful entrance, and now he was asking her to guide him. She hes

, I suppose I'll have one," Va

ident, she felt a flicker of nervousness. She had taken advantage

ping into his pocket while the oth

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p moisture of the autumn rain, swept through the partially o

and their expressions s

ot noticing that Wyatt nea

as too strong, and her tardiness had made people think she was playing hard to get. She straightened her back, walk

swan, but unlike others who feign sincerity in their hypocrisy, she openly played

id all the fame and glamour, she had to please peo

ses and conversation, a formal farewell reached his

, he saw that Winnie was already smiling brightly an

ut to bring the glass to her lips, a woman's voice, intentionally forceful, spoke up next to her, "Reall

a hurry to clarify. Instead, she gave a noncommittal smile. The woman was Evelyn, one

ss, asking, "Who is the

ow standing next to Edison, and like everyone else

ow him," Wi

Don't know him? Then how di

explain, so she

rt of the industry, for not knowing better. With all th

ow Van?" E

standing far away, and when he entered, he had all eyes on him. I didn't get a good

here to make up the num

moment and then sc