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... handeliers, casting warm shadows across our table. I watched Anna carefully as her proposal hung in the air between us, my fork suspended midway to my mouth.
"Me?" I could hear the disbelief in my own voice. "Anna, you can’t be serious.
I couldn’t possibly do that."
The idea of becoming the face of Luminary Trade’s livestream program sent conflicting waves of excitement and terror crashing through me. A tea culture influencer? The old Nora Price would have scoffed at such ...
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