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She shook her head, expression sober. “I don’t regret loving him.” She bit her lip as she contemplated her emotions. “It’s a wonderful feeling when it’s returned, and it is – or was. What we had was special and I knew he loved me.” A sigh escaped her. “I was the one who broke it off, remember?”

“Because he doesn’t want children. Are you certain he won’t change his mind? If he loved you…?”

“No!” Her hand gripped his. “I cannot use that argument because it wouldn’t be fair. He has his reasons and not because they are not in agreement with mine, does not make it any less significant.

I just have to live with the fact that we will never be together and try and move on.” Tugging her hand away, she squared her shoulders. “I am going to need a fabulous dress.”

Michael beamed at her. “That’s the spirit and I know just the place. It just so happens that I have a hankering to splurge.”

“Michael, no. I cannot let you pay for it.”

“Try and stop me,” he retorted cheerfully. Easing off the desk, he clapped his hands in glee. “let’s finish up here and go shopping.”

*****

He was in his element and despite her reservations and utter weariness, she allowed him to prod and poke at her with the help of the very eager saleswoman who was a friend of his.

“What about this emerald, green one?” Marcie, who was also the owner of the exclusive and extremely expensive clothing store came out with the dress draped over one arm.

“Or this bronze?” She eyed Janelle’s caramel complexion, the thick natural curls, and dark brown eyes with just a touch of envy. “I have to admit that any color would suit that flawless skin of yours.”

“I think the bronze is stunning,” Michael murmured approvingly. They had been whisked into a private area of the store by Marcie who had immediately handed the floor over to her staff.

Champagne had been served and small plates of canapes and fruits. Janelle had the champagne in her hand and was taking tiny sips but had no stomach for the rest.

“What do you think Janelle?”

“It’s fine.”

“I could find some accessories to match and of course you’re going to need shoes.”

“I have shoes. Dozens.”

“New dress, new shoes.” Michael nodded to Marcie. “Go, do your thing darling. There is no need for her to try the dress, it’s going to fit just perfectly.”

Marcie beamed at him, no doubt anticipating the charges piling up.

Waiting until the woman was out of earshot, Michael turned to her with a worried frown. “You look wiped out.”

“We did a lot today.”

“No!” He shook his head. “Are you certain you are not coming down with something? I know your allergies can be pretty awful at times and the stress…”

“I think that’s what it is,” she interjected hastily.

“You should pay a visit to the doctor. You really don’t look at all well.”

“I’m just tired, really.” She forced a smile and took another sip of the champagne. But he was right. She was listless and weepy all the time.

Yes, the breakup was part of it, but she had a feeling there was more going on. Her appetite was shot, and she wasn’t sleeping through the night. Her stomach felt as if it was being rubbed raw and she was tired all the time.

“How about I treat us to dinner?”

“No. You’re already doing enough.”

“Darling, I insist,” Michael said firmly.

*****

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