62. Modeling

Cassandra Salvatore

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We spent over two hours at the restaurant talking about anything and everything.

Talking to Matteo and Rowan was surprisingly fun and we lost track of time.

It was past nine when we started going back home and it seemed like they still weren't done with their questions.

"Did you actually want to become a personal assistant or you dreamed of becoming something else?" Matteo asked curiously. Again, they were sitting opposite me.

I laughed. "No one wants to become a personal assistant, Matteo."

"Come to think of it." Rowan butted in. "Apart from the first day you saw me, you've always been able to differentiate us. How's that?" He cocked his head to the side.

"You guys have different features." I tried to dismiss the question, not wanting to reveal that I had recurring dreams of Matteo the first night we met so it wasn't easy for me to tell them apart.

"A lot of people can't, not even your siblings."

I blushed. I'd be damned before revealing why. "Well, I can tell