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I kept receiving letters from Julian abroad.
Even after I changed my address three times, letters still arrived daily.
I never opened any of them. I just tossed them all into the fireplace, where they turned to ash.
Today was the day my work was selected for a top international art exhibition.
Riley and I were preparing our speeches for the evening.
Just then, a handsome blonde, blue–eyed guy walked in.
He presented me with a fifty–carat pink diamond, congratulating me. “My dear, I’ve heard so much about you in the art world. I think only you deserve this!”
Then he gave me a warm European cheek kiss.
Riley stood nearby, a teasing smirk on her face. “How far along are you two?”
I politely dismissed Antoine. “I haven’t decided yet. After all, I have so many men pursuing me. Didn’t you teach me not to rush and to pick carefully?”
She laughed heartily, running over and throwing herself on me, and we dissolved into laughter.
I chuckled, “Men are a dime a dozen. I just want to bring home more trophies and make sure all your hard work wasn’t for nothing!”
I slipped into a bright yellow Valentino haute couture gown, linking arms with Riley, who shimmered in a black and white Givenchy deep V–neck.
We walked onto the glittering red carpet, ready to claim our own destiny.
5:22 AM
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At the celebration party, I held a glass of champagne, exchanging pleasantries with various people.
I even heard some fans from back home loudly calling my name:
“Quinn! It’s really you! I’m a fifteen–year fan! I thought you’d never come back, but your goal is international! I hope you keep getting better and better!”
I smiled and clinked glasses with her.
Turning my head, I spotted a familiar figure in the corner.
It was Julian. He was out of prison!
