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Chapter 87
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The dinner at the fine dining restaurant goes more smoothly than expected.
The kids are behaving surprisingly well considering the situation they’re in, and Ana is trying her best not to cry and ruin her makeup again. She’s smiling and laughing with the kids, trying to enjoy the night despite the obvious sadness. She’s even talking to Dimitri, who’s not exactly thrilled to be here tonight, and neither is she. But since he can’t exactly say no to his boss, he has no choice but to grin and bear it.
I feel sorry for him, but I won’t tell him that. Sometimes it’s good to just watch him being his miserable self.
Alright. I’ll be honest. I just want him to know what he’s missing out on: a family.
Dimitri lost his parents at a very young age, and since then he has been all alone. He doesn’t like to talk about them, nor does he welcome anyone new into his life.
At fi
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