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TESSA
The monolithic man stood at the stove stirring a sauce that was making my mouth want to make babies. He spoke to me, “You should be careful. The last two girls who came over for dinner, became Drago wives.”
“Lorenzo, she just lost her fiancé!” Said the small, pixie-esque woman who stood at his side in an off-shoulder, rabbit print pullover and an above-the-knee, black skirt which stuck out in the shape of a lampshade. She reminded me of a wicked Tinkerbell.
“Boys, the table is set, wine is breathing, and salad is ready to be tossed. Tessa and I are going to visit the solarium.” The blonde fairy commanded.
“Did Enzo tell you I’m psychic?”
“He did not.” Even I could hear that my voice was flat as a pancake.
“Anyway, I am. Ever since I was a child, I could read auras. See thei
