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Chapter Fourty Five

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Lila.

I studied the room for a few seconds before I finally turned to Luca who was still standing beside me with a smug face.

"So, why don’t you go over there and give your pitch?” I said as I plucked a salmon tart from the tray of a tuxedo clad waiter and grabbed a glass of champagne from another.

“Because I don’t want to be in the crowd. I have a different plan in mind.” I slowly sipped the bubbly and sighed with pleasure.

“Don’t get drunk.” Luca whispered,

I huffed out a breath. “I never knew husbands were so controlling. Okay, who’s the final guy you need to impress?”

A flash of calculation crossed his face.

"Michael Lewis. He owns a successful pastry business in Italy, and decided to try his luck in the States.. He is focused on the first bakery opening at the waterfront.”

I lusted after the tray of crab cakes on my left and tried to pay attention. Luca let out a huff, grabbed two from the waiter, and slid them on the plate. “Eat.”

“Right.” For once, I agreed with his order. I
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