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It's quiet in the house.
Completely quiet.
Earlier today, some of Ray's relatives were over, but now, they're gone, including Mrs. Kingsley, to have a dinner outing.
Ray won't be back for two more days.
Elliot, I know, is here.
He was out earlier today, carting his relatives to see the sights.
I heard him come back over an hour ago.
I know because I've gotten used to hearing his door.
Ray's footsteps are hurried, haphazard. She does everything in a flurry.
Elliot's footsteps are sure and steady. Calm and sustained. Just like the rest of him.
The very thought of Elliot sends shocks of nervousness through me, so much so that I can't see any of the clothes that I'm looking at.
When I finally manage to convince my eyes to focus on my things, the butterflies are back.
It's been years since I've felt any sort of feeling towards a guy.
Thinking of Elliot, I'm absolutely certain that I have never been surer of a person in my entire life.
I don't find myself questioning a million things about Elliot.
I just find myself looking forward to learning everything I can about him.
The idea of Elliot in my life everyday gives me a deep feeling of happiness.
The thought scares me because I barely know him.
I try to breathe and decide on what to wear.
I finally decide on a lilac summer dress with tiny white flowers and a pair of white sandals with a small wedge heel.
Elliot clandestinely whispered to me this morning that I should dress casually.
When a knock comes on my door, I look over at the clock that sits on the desk in my room.
It's six-thirty on the dot.
The exact time that Elliot and I agreed we would meet.
Slipping my necklace into place, I cross the room and slowly open the door.
Elliot smiles at me slowly, brilliantly, standing tall, in a grey polo shirt with white edges, and a puffer jacket.
"Hi," he tells me, gently, revealing a small bouquet of baby roses in various shades of pink.
It's the first time that night that Elliot brings tears to my eyes.
"Hey," I return as Elliot holds up the bouquet to me.
"I'll learn your favourite flower soon," he says, decidedly.
Inhaling the scent of the flowers in my hand, I look at him. "Looks like you already know it."
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The Billionaire's One
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