2025-02-25 09:00:13Celeste kept stealing glances at Damien. Did he know all this was gonna happen? Is that why he insisted on taking me here? If he hadn’t been there, I probably would’ve been humiliated and completely lost. I wouldn’t have known what to do.
“What’s wrong?” Damien asked calmly. They were now inside Celeste’s office. The place was quiet and cold. Damien couldn’t imagine her working here alone every day. It must’ve been tough.
“I just… How did you know all that?”
“I didn’t,” Damien replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I just wanted to make sure you were safe and comfortable. That’s all.”
“Why now?” Celeste asked, her voice shaky with mixed emotions.
Before Damien could answer, the sound of cars pulling up outside caught their attention. They exchanged looks before walking over to the window.
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