He all but rolls his eyes at the sight of my spreading smile. “Sorry, could you say that one more time?” I ask sweetly with a hand cupped around my ear. There’s that mock sympathy seeping onto his features once again. “Not a chance. You’re all out of questions, hun.” Taking a deep breath, he begins pacing absentmindedly. “You’re a seamstress, yes?” “How do you know I’m—” My words stop the moment my heart seems to do the same. I blink at him, his features suddenly shifting into something undeniably familiar. My gasp has him startling in surprise, pressing a hand over his heart. “You! I know
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