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Quinn

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“A toast for Quinn and Xavion! Wishing you all the best, man.”

Norman winked at Xavion, and everyone clapped their hands. I raised my glass of wine together with them and ultimately smiled. Xavion’s fingers play like a piano on the back of my skin.

My strapless dress fabric was too thin, and I felt his fingers trailing along my side, warming me in the semi-cold afternoon weather.

Today is the grand opening of Xavion and Norman’s new Raspberry Suites Hotel.

Almost all of Xavion’s cousins and other people in politics are here. Some celebrities and models are here joining the event, and Mr. Atticus Art Mondragon, the owner of Monde Fashion, came as the event’s highlight.

Before the event started, several reporters and two major TV companies were in attendance to witness the models showcasing the clothes.

“No picture taking for my Quinn. Thank you.”

Xavion shielded my face from the reporter’s camera with his hand, and the reporters all nodded in agreement. A few bodyguards were on