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Loreta showed up with the first course.
“Soft black truffle cream with cracker crunchies,” Loreta said, and my eyes widened.
“How did you know I liked it?” I asked Alessandro with surprise.
“You described such a dinner in one of your most popular books,” Alessandro said, and I looked at him in surprise.
“You've actually read my books,” I said in disbelief.
“Everything about you matters to me, Chiara,” Alessandro said. “Everything, including what you write. It's interesting to know that your brain can create such magnificent love stories.”
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