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A bit of nerves buzzed the moment we stepped into Elevé — me behind Zac. He’d suggested we come here first before embarking on the tedious journey to get Haven back. 

Conor uttered greetings politely to Zac, giving me a blank once-over before facing his front. I ignored him as well. 

Staff greeted and pairs of employed eyes were surprised to see me. I spotted Cassie who waved sweetly at me, I waved back, my smile making an appearance… barely.

I watched him stop at intervals to acknowledge customers whom I felt were more than customers to him — male and female. Friends. Acquaintances. Fellow celebrities. 

By the time...