"Thank you for the offer, Mr. Grayson, but I'll have to decline," Serena said with a polite smile.
She had no intention of becoming Mrs. William. The Grayson family wasn't the kind of place she wanted to be involved with. She didn't want to jump from the frying pan into the fire.
William didn't push the matter. "I'll wait for you to change your mind."
Serena chuckled softly, not taking his words to heart. "If there's nothing else, Mr. Grayson..." She hadn't forgotten she needed to make a discreet exit.
William smiled slightly. "Must you leave tonight, Miss Sullivan?"
"Yes."
"Since you've made up your mind," he stepped aside, "but before you go, I think there's something you should know."
"And what's that?"
"Your shoes," he said, glancing at her high heels.
She looked down at her shoes, puzzled. "What's wrong with my shoes?"
"You shouldn't drive in high heels. Do you have a pair of flats in your car?"
Serena's lips twitched. How did William notice such a minor detail? Was he a mind reader or something?
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