Freya The evening air was cool against my skin as I stepped out of the car, stretching my legs after the long flight. The city lights shimmered in the distance, a quiet hum of life buzzing around us, but my attention was locked on Victor. He stepped out beside me, effortlessly composed as always. His suit was slightly rumpled from travel, but somehow, that only made him look more irresistible. His sharp eyes swept over me, taking me in from head to toe, and a tiny, nervous flutter stirred in my stomach. I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, suddenly self-conscious. “I know, I look a mess,” I muttered, smoothing out the creases in my dress. “I barely had time to pack, let alone pick out something perfect. It was a last minute decision, so I just had to make do with what I had on.” His gaze lifted from my dress to my face, and a slow, knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Freya,” he said, his voice like velvet, “you look perfect already. You don’t need to cha
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