(Her mom turned. The wine glass in her hand slipped just a little.)“Lucien?”(Y/N blinked between them)Wait… you two know each other?(Her mom stared at him, pale) We went to school over twenty years ago.”(Y/N laughed awkwardly. )“You must be mixing him up with someone else.(But Lucien’s eyes never left her mom’s.) No,” (she whispered)I remember. You haven’t aged a day.
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