His Forbidden Mistress
Her grin widened as she squealed with excitement, and we changed quickly, the club’s chaos fading as we stepped into the humid New Orleans night.
We headed to Café du Monde, its warm lights a beacon, and ordered takeout - fries, fried chicken,burger, and iced coffees, the kind of treatment we rarely splurged on. As we waited for our orders. I remembered Dante’s visit, his shy plea about Lila to accept him.
“Hey,” I started, glancing at her. “Dante came by earlier. He’s worried you’re not going to give him a chance. Ask me to talk to you, see what’s up.”
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