VIOLETThe rest of the dinner went pretty well, unlike Cole’s father who put me on edge many times in the short time, his mother was absolutely sweet. She reminded me of Bree, open and kind, ready with a welcoming smile. Or maybe, she was just drunk.Cole leaned into me and asked softly, “Are you okay, princess?” I gave him a nod, pleased and feeling so fortunate to have him by my side, grateful to the fact that in the last twenty minutes he had already asked me if I was okay or not for at least four times. He was so considerate. He questioned, “Do you want to get out of here?”I looked at him in surprise as I whispered, “We can?”“Of course.” With that, he grabbed my hand and didn’t even give me a second to be ready as he stood up and announced. “We are leaving, I have other places to take Violet to.”“But the dessert?” His mother said, almost pouting.His father wrapped an arm around his mother’s shoulder and said, “Let him go, sweetheart. He will come again.” I knew the last senten
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