Abby's POVI could have chosen the most exclusive Michelin-starred restaurant in the city.I could have forced Erina to sit across from me in a private VIP lounge, surrounded by the paparazzi and the high society she was currently failing to impress.But I didn't. Instead, I sent her the address to an old, dimly lit French restaurant tucked away in the downtown district.I arrived early, flanked by two of Matteo's massive, suited bodyguards who silently took up positions by the front entrance.I took the best booth in the back, crossing my legs and sipping a glass of iced water as I looked around the familiar, dated floral wallpaper.The memories of this place were tragic.When we were just children, long before my father George brought them into our massive estate, Erina's mother, Josefina, used to work here as a waitress.She would wear a cheap, stained apron, pouring wine and flashing her pathetic, desperate smiles at the we
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