ROSALINE

"Rosaline?" Harry called out to me as he drew closer, and a small laugh broke out of his mouth. He examined me and then looked at the receptionist. "I can't believe it."

I flung my hands to my sides. "Neither can I, Mr. Sinclair. You are everywhere!"

"I wouldn't say that, though," Harry joked. "Else you'd have seen me at the resort. The videos are everywhere!

Memories burned at the back of my mind, and I smiled plainly. "Oh, really? I had no idea those were up on the internet. Jonathan sure is diligent."

"Oh, that he is!" Harry agreed in a joking tone. "Never catches a break."

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