CELINA'S POV
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One single text, one simple instruction, and yet...I'm hesitating as my eyes flicker across the words, over and over again.
Logan: I have a ten AM meeting at the office, wear something you feel gorgeous in, because who am I to tell an artist what to wear? Plus, you shouldn't even mind what I think, because I'm a hundred percent sure that you look beautiful wearing anything. Come by and show me what you pick and I'll take you out for lunch-- and it's on me.
It would have actually been a sweet text if I had any interest in this man-- this very rich, very powerful man. I've never felt inferior to Sean-- because I made around the same amount of money than he does in a year, sometimes more, but I never told him that. I let Sean think that I make just enough to live comforta
