CHAPTER 26
ILA delicately maneuvered the parting comb through Grace's hair, her movements gentle and precise, as she absorbed Grace's musings about Al with a thoughtful expression. The fragrance of spices hung in the air, a subtle accompaniment to their conversation under the canopy of the garden tent. She meticulously returned the vials of special oils to their place in her mother's weathered wooden box, each one a testament to her meticulous care. "It wasn't a matter of letting him off easily. I wanted him as much as he wanted me," Ila countered, her gaze drifting into the distance as memories of Al flooded her mind. "Ah, his Italian charm is irresistible, isn't it?" Grace mused, exhaling a plume of smoke as she passed the blunt to Ila. "I couldn't resist him. He's... perfect," Ila confessed, a
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