ASHLEY’S POVI’ve never been on a dinner date before, not even when father had been alive. Though I have had dinner once with Peter, my high school crush back then, I wouldn’t really consider that a date as we had his friends and younger frolicking around us while we dined. It was always rowdy. But tonight’s own would be different.I sat idly in the back seat of the black limousine. The chauffeur wouldn’t tell me where he was taking me to, said Alex had warned him not to say anything about it to me. I look out through the window of the limo and admired the bustling nightlife of the city. We also passed through the famous Le Marais where hundreds of Parisians thronged its entrance, yet we kept on going.Alex might be considered ruthless by the outside world, but he wasn’t a kidnapper.I gazed at my image in the vanity mirror beside me. Donna had volunteered to do my makeup which now needed a retouch because of my nervousness, the heart shaped dropping earrings and its matching silver n
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