Thirty-Four: Every Woman Desires To Be Wanted.

Leaving behind the peaceful sombres that emanated from the guitar and the orchestral group, Francesca drew Aaron's arms and didn't halt until she was behind the private doors of the villa. Those doors closed to them and initiated a brief silence that fell between the pair.

It was not entirely dark because she could make out the crinkle that formed above his eyes. “What is it?” Aaron gnashed through his teeth, looking over his shoulders as if someone was unto him.

No one was.

Francesca then dipped her hands into her clutched purse, bringing out a card like paper and throwing it into his arms. She was restive, tapping her feet against the floor and Aaron could scent her nervousness. “What is it?” He barely completed his statement before looking into the card and Francesca cleared her throat.

“I have an idea” She carried on, as if not seeing the shock that filled his eyes. “Here me out” She inched closer to him and cut his words off—or maybe he didn’t even have any words to say. “It mig