She Flash-Married To His Rival

Moira returned the phone to the stunning woman, her cheeks still tinged with warmth. "Thanks a million, gorgeous."

"I'm Everly Sullivane."

"Alright then, Miss Everly."

Everly glanced at Moira and broke into a sudden grin. "Ms. Jimenez, you're quite the charmer."

Moira hesitated, about to respond, when Everly was whisked away by her friend.

"Sorry to run off, Ms. Jimenez. Let's catch up later."

"No worries, next time, for sure."

After Everly left, Moira stood there feeling a bit at loose ends, but Barclay gestured for her to stay put.

She remained still. What if she wandered off, and they ended up missing each other? That would be incredibly awkward.

At that moment, a waiter arrived with a tray of vibrant drinks. Moira casually reached for one, taking a sip.

Tart and sweet, surprisingly refreshing, with a hint of lemon and fruitiness. Moira took another sip, feeling a bit buzzed, unable to resist another.

It was her first taste of such a concoction, and she had no clue about the brand. But it was oddly irresistible, making her tempted to ask Cynthia for a purchase link. But that was just a passing thought.

swiftly drained her glass, scanning the

imaginary piano. Just as her fingers

you're quite dedicated, even practicing at

is paramount. Without it, Ms. Jimenez won't win any

and Ms. Jimenez hasn't reaped many

sarcasm, and Moira looked up to see two unfamiliar women standing nearby, each

met their gaze coolly and remarked, "Well, without your dedication, you wouldn't even remember

"You-"

faltered, and Moira's remark pierced through her

a niece in the third grade who's in ĕ need of a piano teacher. You're not too busy

admire your talent, Ms.

admiring her talent to the extent of teaching

do that. But my tutoring rates are quite

as Ms. Jimenez can provide quality lessons for my

voice, drawing

I've taken on a part-time gig this month. They pay me 600 thousand dollars per hour. But for your niece, I can offer

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