There was nothing weak about love, and needing to hear George tell me that he loves me didn’t make me weak either.
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“Gina!” George’s mom stood and opened her arms to me when we entered the restaurant. I stepped into her warm embrace, then his father’s, and took a seat opposite them at the table.
We were seated in the back of Glassini, an upscale restaurant that neighbors the Southfall hotel. The curved shape of our booth meant we were practically invisible to prying eyes, and the lighting was just bright enough to make out the shade of red velvet on the chairs but lo