"Fleur, is that your boyfriend?"
Just as the young woman stepped out of the large marquee, she heard a familiar voice behind her. A pretty French girl was walking toward them.
"No, Mr. Anderson already has a girlfriend—the red-haired girl right beside him—so you can wipe that little scheme right out of your head," Fleur said with a sharp, sarcastic edge. "I bet he wouldn't give you the time of day. Why don't you go try and see for yourself if you don't believe me?"
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