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prologue.

she groaned in frustration. he was late again, he promised he would be early this time. her hazel eyes scanned around the tiny restaurant seeing no sign of him.

the last time, his excuse was he was caught up late at work, which was no doubt a lie as his hair was messy and his lips were a swollen pink that she loved so much. caught up at work? yea right. more like getting it on with his wife again.

she scanned around the restaurant one more time and sighed. she got stood up by him for the second time this week. harry had been on a business trip to new york for the past week and a half and came back on monday.

she huffed and got up, she was pissed now. if he wanted to see her, he should at least make an effort to get his ass up and come to the restaurant. elanora grabbed her bag and marched out of the restaurant, not caring if she made a scene.

her phone vibrated in the pocket of her leather jacket. rolling her eyes she picked it up, already knowing its one of harry's texts saying he is sorry and he'll see me later.

from: harry
sorry baby, the clumsy intern got coffee all over the files. raincheck?xxx

tears prickled in her eyes as she glanced across the street. there the curly haired lad was coming out of the black car, his wife following behind him. she watched as they entered vontroli's. one of the best restaurants in town that just opened.

she envied the fact that he took his wife places and they had to eat in small cafe's and shops so they wouldn't be seen together. she watched how he entwined their fingers together and flashed her a wide smile showing off his prominent dimples. then he leaned in for a kiss.

elanora watched in pain through her teary eyes and ran to the end of the corner. sinking down to the ground, she burst into a fit of waterfalls, she was second. she will always be second.

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