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Confused and Trapped

7

Liam

The morning after our encounter on the terrace, I found myself pacing the ornate sitting room of the presidential suite where my family was staying. So much had happened in such a short time, and I replayed it all in my mind, trying to untangle the mess of emotions swirling within.

Daniel discovering us had been bad enough, but the look on Alex's face as he walked away—hurt, betrayed, disappointed—cut deeper than I cared to admit. I never meant to hurt him, yet that's exactly what I seemed to keep doing.

"Liam, must you wear a hole in the carpet?" My mother's voice cut through my thoughts. "You've been pacing for ages. What on earth is troubling you?"

I glanced up to see my parents watching me expectantly from their seats by the window. With a sigh, I ran a hand through my hair. "It's nothing. I'm just...thinking about last night."

My father scoffed. "Yes, that dreadful summit dinner. I don't know why we're always expected to socialize with those pompous Americans. They act l
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