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“
If
I
may
,
”
he
says
,
amused
.
He
holds
up
a
bottle
of
champagne
as
he
walks
in
.
“
I
thought
we
’
d
celebrate
your
graduation
.
Nothing
beats
a
good
Bollinger
.
”
“
Interesting
choice
of
words
,
”
I
comment
dryly
.
He
grins
.
“
Oh
,
I
like
your
ready
wit
,
Anastasia
.
”
“
We
only
have
teacups
.
We
’
ve
packed
all
the
glasses
.
”
“
Teacups
?
Sounds
good
to
me
.
”
I
head
into
the
kitchen
.
Nervous
,
butterflies
flooding
my
stomach
,
it
’
s
like
having
a
panther
or
mountain
lion
all
unpredictable
and
predatory
in
my
living
room
.
“
Do
you
want
saucers
as
well
?
”
“
Teacups
will
be
fine
,
Anastasia
,
”
Christian
calls
distractedly
from
the
living
room
.
When
I
return
,
he
’
s
staring
at
the
brown
parcel
of
books
.
I
place
the
cups
on
the
table
.
“
That
’
s
for
you
,
”
I
murmur
anxiously
.
