The Janitor Girl Sang One Song, and the Billionaire’s Son Stopped Laughing

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“Good.”

But I did not know.

Not really.

Not until Carter found me in the backstage hallway.

He leaned against the wall in a black suit, his bow tie loose.

For once, he did not look amused.

“You’re really doing this,” he said.

“Yes.”

He looked at my dress.

Not in a rude way.

More like he was trying to match me to the girl who emptied trash after school.

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