The Captured Mafia Bride
I already think it is but I want to see it for myself.
I pick a card and smirk at it. “First guess,” I say.
“Um, No. 5 Red Hearts,” she hesitates slightly. I shake my head no. “Ace, Black Clover,” I shake my head no again.
“One more guess.”
Lyla frowns at me, eyeing me from the bottom of her lashes. A hidden temper, she's really trying to make sure it doesn't come out. “God. I don't even know much about cards much,” she is frustrated. “10 Red hearts.”
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