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

you earned it.”

I took the sleeve.

For a moment, we both looked at the music.

Then I said, “Carter.”

“Yeah?”

“I’m still not going to marry you.”

His face went red.

Then he laughed once, quiet and real.

“I figured.”

“You couldn’t handle it.”

“No,” he said. “I really could not.”

He stepped back.

“Good luck in New York, Eliza.”

I looked at the boxes.

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