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Book 2: chapter 9

Author: Uriel Kings
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ELENA

I sit in the luxurious library in Dario’s townhouse, several wedding-planning magazines open in front of me. When Allessio found me, he told me the wedding would be my responsibility.“It has to be a show. It has to be over the top.”When I first came here, it all seemed like a joke, but as I look at the dresses, it’s almost like something is stirring in me.

It’s nothing, I tell myself. I won’t lose my cool or let my mind go to silly places. Okay, so his eyes are intense. Okay, so he’sphysicallyhot, and I liked sassing him. I like making the corner of his lip twitch, but that’s nothing to obsess about.

The dresses are beautiful. It’s as simple as that. It’s the same as looking at a costume for an acting role and imagining myself wearing one of those, but it’s no big deal.

My cell phone rings. It’s Giulia, my friend, who cares for Aunt Rosa.

“Rosa wants to see you,” she says.

“Is she okay?”

“Physically, she’s doing better now. She’s just having a cloudy day. She thinks you’ve left
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