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Irene’s POV:

I ran from the kitchen counter, at the sound of a horn. I heard Noah’s voice telling me to be careful, as I was in heels. It was uncomfortable as always. But anything for this fake husband of mine. I smiled at the imagination, how his eyes would wander on me before he would voice out.

I paced when I was near the door. I opened the door, finding him in front of me. I couldn’t control my inner happiness that appeared on my face. My eyes fell on his hand. They were empty. No flowers? I smiled even more. I decided not to mind it at all. It was enough for me that he was here. I didn’t wanna waste time, by nagging about stupid flowers. Not when he was going to fly to Chicago tomorrow. And I wasn’t going to see him for the whole month. I wanted to avail this time, to finally spill the tea. To say unsaid but felt things. I held his hand and dragged him in. Lilac coloured satin dress twirled around my waist. It was off shoulder. The delicate necklace made of rhinestone looked so