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You still don't know how you managed it; how you managed to earn the attention of James March. How did you get him to forget about his infatuation with the Countess—snag him away from what he once called his one and only true love? You were just a human that stumbled upon the hauntingly beautiful hotel, not a vampire nor a ghost, so how?

Even now, slow-dancing with him in the Hotel Cortez away from the peering eyes of the others residing there. Your fingers intertwined, your free arm resting around his shoulder and his on your waist with oldie songs from the 1900s playing, you can't help but wonder what you had done to get so much devotion and love from him.

"Something on your mind, darling?"