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I smiled. “He’s… really handsome.”
Marilyn gasped. “Girl! You think so? Then go for it! I won’t get in your way!”
“What? No! A guy like that won’t be into me.”
“He gave us VIP passes because he couldn’t stop staring at you!”
I rolled my eyes. Yeah, right. “Whatever. Let’s go over to the balcony so we can see the DJ?”
Marilyn laughed, but nodded, walking with me to the balcony.
She gasped. “Hey, is that…?”
The guy who’d given us the passes was on stage.
