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CHAPTER 18
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2021-11-24 23:03:14Today was the day of the gala and Giovanni was determined to make a statement at today’s event. He and Luca were seated inside Alice’s studio as she was dashed around the racks of clothing around the studio.
“Boss, when do you think she’s going to attend to us.” Luca asked as a small smile played on his face.
“She is in her element Luca, so you know the answer to that question.” Giovanni answered sleekly.
“At this rate we might even miss the event.” Luca said and a low laugh followed thereafter.
“I can hear you Luca.” Alice’s voice rang from behind one of the many racks of clothing. Luca laughed under his breath because he could hear her frown through her words.
“Caught red handed.” Luca said more too himself but was still heard by Giovanni. Alice finally popped up from one of the racks looking overly excited with herself.
“Okay, boys time to dre
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