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My parents wouldn’t know what to talk about with you. We were trying to spare everyone discomfort.”
There it was.
The truth, finally stripped of perfume.
I looked at Adrian.
“And you agree?”
He shifted. “Mom, Vivienne’s family just has a different style. We want the night to be smooth.”
“Smooth,” I repeated.
A laugh almost escaped me.
“You mean you want to continue reading …
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