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Jasmine's Point Of View:

I climbed back into the car, looking directly at the chauffeur through the rear view, our eyes meeting.

I crossed my arms, not knowing how I should feel about being busted. I felt like it was a useless plan anyway, it wasn't necessary to make him jealous in this particular way.

But at the same time, I was mad that my plan didn't work out just the way I planned it. It was embarrassing for me to have to beg her and get her forgiveness for trying to claim what isn't mine in the first place.

“Return us to the hotel." I commanded the chauffeur....