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My Sassy 66

Author: Miss Amateur
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As I walked toward the exit of the building, the hum of the lobby's conversations filled the air, blending with the rhythmic click of my heels. Just as I reached the large glass doors, a delivery man stumbled inside, struggling under the weight of what could only be described as a botanical masterpiece. It was the kind of bouquet you saw in magazines—roses, lilies, peonies, and even orchids, all arranged in a cascade of colors so vibrant that it made the entire lobby pause and look.

"Excuse me," the delivery man called out, scanning the area with a clipboard in one hand and the massive bouquet balanced precariously in the other. "I'm looking for a Ms. Aliyah Whitmore?"

I stopped mid-step, one eyebrow arching as my name echoed across the space. Almost instantly, I felt the weight of every gaze turn toward me, and among them, one particular pair of eyes burned the hottest. I didn’t even need to look directly to know it was Liliana.

I pivoted slowly, letting the delivery man's wo
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