He smiled. "I'll give you exactly what you need."
By the end of that meeting, we had a backstory. We had met through mutual friends. He worked in the creative industry as a talent manager.
He liked old movies and smoked occasionally on balconies at parties, though not enough to smell of it. He was attentive without hovering and warm without performing.
"You've done this before," I said.
"A few times."
"And nobody ever falls in love?"
He lifted one shoulder. "That would be unprofessional."
I rolled my eyes. "Really?"
He grinned, "Yes, it would be."
Then the wedding day came.
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I wore a stunning bareback dress, paired with heels and gold jewelry. Adrian arrived in a tuxedo that was perfectly tailored and showed just how sculpted he looks. When I opened the door, he took one look at me and said, "Your ex is in trouble."
I laughed, and just like that, my nerves eased.
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