LENA'S POV I walked into the Cafe with my arms were full with the gifts Tarzan had given me. The moment Julia spotted the elegant gift bags and the giant flower bouquet, her eyes widened. She rushed over, half-excited, half-suspicious. “Lena! Where on earth did you get all this?” “A friend,” I said quietly, forcing a small smile. She gave me a look that said friend, my foot, but let me play along with you. “What’s inside the bag?” she asked, already peeking inside with unashamed curiosity. “I don’t want to open it right now,” I murmured, heat rising to my cheeks. But Julia wasn’t listening. She reached in and pulled out the large off white and pink cardigan sweater. The moment her fingers touched it, her mouth fell open. It was incredibly soft, luxurious wool with pink flowers knitted on it. “Oh my God,” she breathed. “We saw this exact cardigan that day at the MONICA showroom, remember? You were staring at it with interest. In their plus-size collection.”
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