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Pillars rose from floor to ceiling amid the round tables that were spread out across the red-carpeted floor, caught in the light of faux-lanterns on each wall. Several dozen people had come here to eat, clustered together in little groups of three or four, all seated at tables with a little candle in the middle.
Anna took a few steps into the restaurant.
She wore a navy blue dress with tiny white polka dots from the hem of her skirt to the tip of each short sleeve. Her hair was done up in its customary ponytail with beaded strands framing her face.
Pressing her lips into a thin line, Anna closed her eyes. “You're making a mistake here,” she whispered, shaking her head. “You've got no right leading him on when your heart belongs to someone else.”
Of course, that someone else was inac
