Renata hadn't expected Domenico to actually bring her into the heart of the city, let alone out in public.They arrived at a high-end restaurant situated at the top of a glass tower. Their table was in a semi-private lounge, not boxed in by walls, but partitioned off to allow the natural light to flood the space.Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the jagged silhouette of the mountains loomed in the distance.The waiter pulled out a chair for Renata, and she settled into the plush seat. Domenico sat across from her, already scanning his menu."For you, Madam," the waiter said, presenting her with a heavy, embossed menu.Renata gave a brief nod and began to look through the selections. When she found the lasagna noodles, her eyes widened at the price listed beside them. The cost of a single pasta dish was more than she used to spend on a month of groceries.'I’m not the one paying,' she reminded herself, pushing the guilt aside."I'll have the lasagna," she told the waiter.Domenico
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