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... ugh.
I’d spent the morning in a state of low-grade panic, the afternoon being primped and styled by François and his team of assistants, and the early evening staring at myself in the mirror and wondering who the hell that person was.
The suit fit perfectly, my hair had been styled in a way that made me look sophisticated instead of like I’d just rolled out of bed, even my shoes were expensive, real leather, polished to a shine that could probably blind someone.
I looked ...
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