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~Aria~
He still wasn’t moving, even when I was already on the move.
"Ready?" I said over my shoulder.
He fell into step behind me without a word.
Here was the thing about red. Luca’s favourite colour is red. He had said it's a colour he'd want to see on his woman.
I remembered. Of course I remembered.
Was it a little naughty, wearing his favourite colour to dinner with another man? Absolutely. Was I remotely sorry about it? Never.
But the look on his face when that door had opened had made the entire thirty minutes of me dressing up entirely worth it.
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Jean-Paul had chosen well, I would give him that.
The restaurant was as I expected.
Jean was already there. Grey suit, well-cut, standing near the entrance with the practised ease of a man accustomed to arriving first a
