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“I’m working on it,” he groans. “This has been a nightmare but it’s refreshing to know that there could be an end in sight there too.”

“Keep me posted.”

We hang up, and I go downstairs to see what Maggie is cooking for dinner. Grace walks through the door, a smile plastered on her face. I walk over and hug her tightly.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes,” she says softly. “How about we go to these interviews together in the future.”

“Alexia’s attack might have been worse if I was there today.”

“Who cares? I can handle manipulative women like her. She probably would have shown her ass a little more, though.”

“Possible. I’ve got lots to tell you,” I breathe as I kiss her softly.

We sit down at the dining room table to start dinner as Maggie fusses at bringing us food.

I smile back at my fiancé.

This couldn’t be more perfect.

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“Ican’t believe today is the day,” I say to Theo.

“You’ve worked so hard on all of this; I’m glad that you chose to celebrate in this way.”

“Nothing is better than combining a celebration with fundraising,” I smile as I wink back at him.

“I know you’re a model by profession, but you were made for the sales life,” he chuckles.

“The way you’ve gotten people to empty their pockets is astounding.

I know it’s a good cause, but you have a gift, my love.”

“It’s easy when you’re passionate about something as well as authentic. I don’t go in trying to sell; I just speak from the heart with no bullshit.”

“That is the ticket,” he laughs again.

“Everything looks amazing,” I sigh as Theo and I walk into the Gala for the Hope Center.

The warm glow of the chandelier reflects off the champagne flutes scattered across the tables, the sound of laughter and clinking glasses blending into the hum of the gala.

My heart swells as I take in the sight of so many people gathered here, supporting the shelter. It’s surreal to think about how far we’ve come.

Because of the security and privacy needed for the shelter, we chose to hold the grand opening as a fundraising event in a hotel ballroom.

It was really the best option to keep those who’ve trusted us safe from their abusers.

It’s the first time we’ve been back in the United States in months, and so far, it’s been very laid back and easygoing.

Theo’s hand rests on the small of my back, steadying me as I smile at yet another donor.

“Time to be passionate some more,” he breathes in my ear.

I grin back at him. His presence grounds me. I’ve spoken to countless people tonight, sharing the shelter’s mission and listening to their stories of why they chose to give.

The energy in the room is electric, and I feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude.

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