Belinda Gordon





I don’t exactly remember who here first designated the nickname to me. But it caught on pretty fast, and soon it’s what most people here knew me as.

Apparently I’m doe-eyed and look clueless half the time.

I don’t particularly agree but I don’t really mind, either. I suppose it’s somewhat ‘cute’. At least that’s what Bartram and everyone else I talk to here says. They’re nice people. Bartram is one of the more compassionate ones, actually. I had no idea he was even engaged.

Lucky him. It must be nice to have someone love you enough to relocate for you—

Just then, the elevator doors open up again, stopping my envious thoughts short.

I look up, and my shoulders instantly go stiff as I see fiery red hair and a set of emerald eyes appear before me.


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