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    The venue was an exclusive private winery, a ce of renown yet not essible to the general public. Since none of her coworkers had ever been there, there was some uncertainty about what to wear. Rachel hesitated but eventually chimed in, “The winery’s interior is quite traditional. You might want to choose outfits thatplement that elegance.”


    “How do you know, Ms. Marsh? Have you been there?”


    Indeed, she had. She and Brian had attended a couple of functions there. Those were business events and pretty formal. Not working at the time, she found them dull and eventually stopped attending. However, the winery’s ssic decor had made an indelible impression on her.


    “No, I’ve only seen photos on social media, shared by a client who visited there,” she replied.


    Her colleagues took her word for it.


    Then, the conversation turned to party dresses and nning. Brenda’s birthday was scheduled for the weekend, and Rachel had marked her calendar for it. But early in the morning, she got a call from a client.


    It was about a home design project for a viplex. All the rooms had their designs approved except for the study, which the client felt was missing something.


    Her secretary had handled the initial discussions. However, the client now requested a direct meeting with Rachel to finalize the design.


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    Due to the client’s packed schedule, they arranged to meet at the airport, which, inconveniently, was the same time as Brenda’s party. This was an important client, potentially a gateway to more projects, so Rachel informed Brenda she could bete.


    Brenda understood. “Of course, workes first. Do what you need to do.”


    After wrapping up the meeting, Rachel checked the time. It was already 7 PM; the party had likely started by then. As she left the airport, she spotted a familiar car.


    Rachel had just stepped forward when the car window rolled down, revealing An’s strikingly handsome face.


    “Need a ride?”


    Inside the car, they both spoke at almost the same time. “What brings you to the airport?”


    The moment their words ovepped, they exchanged amused smiles.


    An gestured smoothly. “You first.”


    “A client had a tight schedule, and the only time he was avable was during ayover, so I rushed over to meet him. What about you?”


    “Lizzie was supposed to fly back today, so I came to pick her up. But she changed her nsst minute and will be arrivingter instead.”


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