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CHAPTER NINETY THREE: DATE NIGHT

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last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-08-28 00:03:05

LENA’S POV

The car slowly pulls up to wrought-iron gates covered in ivy, with a small brass plaque that says *La Scala Privata.*

My stomach drops.

“Why are we here?” I turn to Kovacs. “I thought we were going to a café.”

He’s already smiling, that infuriating half-smile that says he knew I’d say that.

“I wanted a more romantic atmosphere for the date,” he says.

“It’s not a date.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” he says, and he winks.

The driver taps something on the da
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