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... of Beverly Hills, James kept one hand on the wheel and the other holding Leslie’s hand.
The morning sunlight filtered through the windshield, casting a golden glow across the sleek interior of the vehicle.
Leslie sat in the passenger seat, legs crossed neatly, scrolling through boutique catalogs on her phone.
Her hair fluttered gently from the open vent, and she looked as effortlessly elegant as the street they were headed to.
Their conversation was light — bante ...
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