Florence found herself in a bewildering situation. With a pasted charming smile, she cooed, "Yes, I'm Candy, Patrick. I'm your Candy."
Patrick's head was spinning, and his mind was a whirlwind of confusion. Was she really Candy? He'd spent years searching for her, and now she appeared out of the blue. "Are you Candy? Is it really you?" he stammered, leaning on Florence for support.
With a voice heavy with disbelief and astonishment, he expressed his shock at her sudden reappearance. "Yes, it's me," Florence replied, trying to convince him.
But to Patrick, something felt amiss. The woman in front of him, claiming to be Candy, didn't stir the electrifying sensation he'd always experienced around Candy. "Candy, why have you changed?" he inquired.
Florence's heart quivered, and she quickly withdrew her hand, afraid that he would realize she wasn't the real Candy. She tried to assist Patrick back to the base of the mountain.
"Come and help me," she called out to Erica and the driver, who quickly emerged from the car to lend a hand.
The driver hesitated for a moment and asked, "Should I drive Mr. Pansy home?"
An irritated Florence shot him a glare. "We are going to my place, of course. I've worked hard to get this close to Patrick today. I'm not wasting this opportunity."
With that, the driver turned the car around, and they headed to Florence's house.
As the car sped along, Patrick, now more approachable in his drunken state, muttered, "Candy, Candy..." Florence held his hand, whispering, "I'm here, Candy, don't leave me."
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