Chapter 12

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Aria Dinner, which consisted of Chateaubriand, steamed potatoes, asparagus with hollandaise sauce, freshly made rolls, and a Caesar salad, was served on the formal dining table by Mick's personal chef, an older man named Brett. Aria felt like she was in another world as she watched him walk around the table and fill everyone's wine glass with a bottle of red cabernet, which was supposed to be a very good year, according to Mick. Aria took a sip and thought it was too dry for her liking, but she didn't want to seem uncultured so she smiled and nodded when Mick asked if she liked it. "Aria, you hate it. Just admit it," Poppie said with a knowing smile. She looked at her brother. "She won't tell you this but Aria prefers a sweeter wine. We usually get a Riesling or Moscato." Mick looked at

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