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“Your father would want you to choose love, Rico. What good is tradition if your love is untrue?”
I stare at her, confusion setting in.
“When you find your love, you must fight to keep her.” She leans over and kisses me on the cheek. Without another word, she stands and walks away.
My eyes go back to the married couple. I don’t even know what true is anymore.
Olivia
Two weeks later
I look at the three swatches of fabric as I try to work out what I’m putting on this vision board for an upcoming dress I am delivering next week. One is browner than I thought, and damn it, I thought it was going to be perfect. I hold the sequin swatch over the fabric. They do still look good together though.
“Delivery for Olivia Reynolds,” someone says.
I glance up to see a delivery man with a big bunch of red roses. “What in the world?”
“Are you Olivia?”
“Yes.”
“Sign here, please.” I sign the card, and he hands over the heavy crystal vase filled with beautiful roses.
“Thanks.” I smile in surprise and open the card attached. It reads:
I need to see you tonight.
Luciano’s Italian at
7:00 p.m.
Rici
xo
What the fuck?
* * *
I walk into the restaurant just after seven. I’ve been a bundle of nerves all day.
What does he want?
It’s been two weeks since I said goodbye to Rici. I would love to say that I haven’t thought of him once, but I would be lying.
He’s the first thing I think of in the morning and the last thing I think of at night.
His love has lingered on my soul.
The restaurant is dark and moody. Candles sit on top of every table.
I catch sight of him sitting at the back, and I smile as I make my way up to the table.
He stands and smiles. “Bella.”
Unable to help it, I smile at the mere sight of him. He takes me into his arms. “Hello.” We are genuinely excited to see each other and we hug and take a seat.
He has this twinkle to his eyes, and he pours me a glass of champagne.
