The Old Town
Chiara's POV Yawning, I can’t deny that I am exhausted from chatting to Viviana for most of the night. Like shuffling a pack of cards, we’d flicked through various ideas about how to tell Vincent about Teddy Miller. Most of them had to be put back into the deck. They were too risky to play. A month isn’t much time to search for the bravery that would be needed to announce to her brother that a police officer was the father of her child, and undoubtedly, he would want to see his son as much as he could now that he knew the truth. Despite my preoccupied mind, I am excited about my date with Vincent today. Selecting a white summer dress, and flat strappy sandals, I am happy with the overall look. Automatically, I go to pick up a handbag, but since meeting Vincent I realise that I never re
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