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When Paris called me in the morning, waking up from my beauty sleep and said we were to meet up later in the day mumbling about the arrangements and our dresses for the engagement, I knew I was not among those she had given break yesterday. No, of course not. There was a reason I was her personal assistant, and I knew better than most privileges would not rub off on me.

Keenan had dropped me off last night after collecting my phone number and I threatened to have his balls with a knife if he ever dared to send creepy stuff into my phone. He went pale...