Armani’s favourite restaurant was more reminiscent of a small town caff. We walked inside together, still holding hands, and took a seat in a corner opposite one another. Although there was another young woman in a similar dress to mine, he looked completely out of place on his casual suit, the closest outfit being a pair of trousers beneath a polo shirt. After just a couple of minutes looking at the menu, a small figure caught my attention beside the table, and a young man asked for our order. The moment Armani looked up at him to answer, there was a soft gasp followed by fast footsteps rushing toward us. Anxiety rose up inside me as an elderly woman came to a stop with her hand on the waiter’s shoulder. “Cartelli,” she said, eyes wide. “You little shit, you haven’t been here in years!”Armani smiled so completely that I was stunned to silence. “Hi, Gigi.”“You’re so grown, my god!” Pulling the young man away, she stepped in front of him and reached out for Armani. He willingly sto
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