PART II: "The beginning of all stories is always doomed to an end"
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I couldn't hide my excitement on the way home; I could hardly believe I had just performed in front of so many people.
I was so distracted telling Leonardo how nervous I had been before stepping on stage that I didn't even notice he had parked the car in front of one of our favorite restaurants.
We had dinner and celebrated with two glasses of wine.
The next day, as usual, Leonardo and I arrived at the company together. When we reached the top floor, I noticed a large bouquet on my desk.
"And this?" I looked at Leonardo, who seemed as surprised as I was.
From his expression, I realized he hadn't bought the flowers.
"You didn't buy them?" I asked, pointing at the flowers.
"Not this time," he frowned. "Who s
