“You look beautiful,” Allan whispered in her ear as they walked into the café.Riana nodded, but even Allan’s reassurance didn’t help. She was nervous walking into the rich and famous version of a café, even after the makeover she’d just gone through. She knew Allan didn’t care what she looked like, but after her stylist told her where they were going, adding that to how important this meeting with Torino was, she needed to look perfect.That meant a new summer dress, which she as a normal human being would only wear to special occasions, and three inch wedged sandals that would attempt to give her the model long legs she naturally lacked. She wanted to straighten her hair but the hard line that quickly formed on Allan’s lips advised against it.In his own words, ‘We are going to meet Torino not the President of the United States’—the only person, apparently, he considered worth dressing up for.Allan wore a white Polo shirt, navy blue trousers, and loafers. While he still looked hot,
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