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“I believe that we’re just one dream away from who we’re meant to be.”

To experience magical places, the only thing I recommend is having a magical person by your side.

Thank you for being that rare, generous, and absolutely captivating someone.

Thank you for holding my hand through a dream I didn’t know was still alive.?

Chapter Thirty-Six – A.J.

When people ask about us, now, we just brush it off

I don’t know why we act like it means nothing at all

I wish that I could tell you that you’re all that I want.

Why - Shawn Mendes

The store is obviously crowded, but the service is so fast that it doesn’t bother me. Pulling my phone out of my pocket to see Victor’s name on the screen, on the other hand, stresses me out.

I don’t answer. I check my messages to see if something's gone wrong — as far as Victor knows, I’m in New York with the guys, who promised they’d cover for me at least until my outing with Alexandra becomes news.

But it’s the conversation with Daniele that gives me the justification.

Dani <3: Did you forget to tell her you guys weren’t supposed to be posting about these little adventures of yours?

I didn’t forget. I just didn’t tell her. I want Alexandra to enjoy this day as much as possible. There’s not much Victor can do. He’s on the other side of the country, and I’ve managed to bring my security team. Everything’s under control.

As soon as my turn comes, I pay for the bow and feel my phone vibrate again.

“Victor?” I answer, stepping aside to hear him better.

“Can I know why you're parading around Disney with my backup singer instead of trying on your next wardrobe?”

“They have my measurements, and the guys know exactly what I like, Victor.”

“You understand you’re not the owner of this band, right?”

“Popstars make mistakes, Victor. It happens. I’m not claiming ownership of the band. I’m just taking a day off with a friend.”

I try to stay calm and speak softly, but there’s no way I’m going to be some businessman’s lapdog at this point.

“I put up with a lot, Anthony, but insubordination isn’t one of them.”

“Alright. We can talk about this in your office whenever you want,” I say, and his silence is followed by a deep breath. “But while I have you on the line, I wanted to know if you got my email.”

“Email? Paola didn’t mention anything. When did you send this crap?”

I pull the phone away from my ear and go to my drafts to resend the proposal I’ve spent the last few weeks putting together, hoping that even if things don’t go the way I’d like, Victor will at least make some minimal effort to help make it a reality.

“I just sent it again, take a look and let me know what you think?”

“Sure, Anthony. Because my job is all about you.”

“Seems like it. It’s 10 AM, and you’re trying to regulate me, so... I think you can read an email.”

“You’re a bad influence on that girl,” he mutters, the real reason for the call. “I got the email, but you can’t seriously expect me to read five pages of attachments.”

“It’s important, Victor, and you know I’m not insubordinate. It’s just...”

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