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Chapter 17
Chapter 17 Clara ran his damp palms along the front of her skirt and grimaced at her lack of poise. It didn’t matter how much she told herself it was not a big deal and that she was simply being courteous to ensure she didn’t upset her grandfather’s friend, she was nervous about seeing Elian. As her driver approached the venue he had suggested, she felt her heart race increase at the prospect of seeing him. “It’s because he’s an attractive man and that’s normal,” she whispered to herself. “I’m sorry ma’am,” her driver asked hearing her speak, “were you speaking to me?” “Nothing Norman, just talking to myself like a bloody lunatic.” She rolled her eyes and rubbed her hands again over the silk covering her legs and mumbled under her breath that she was crazy for doing this. Why was she
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