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CHAPTERTHIRTY
“SQUEE!”
Quinn
“If you’re tryingto buy my love and affection,” I begin, my brows furrowed at Adriano while I hold the keys to my shop. I shrug and wink. “It’s working.” I grin. “Oh my God, this isamazing!”
Adriano has bought me afreakin’chocolate shop.
On Newbury Street.
And not one of these imposters that has a fancy-ass name outside and prepackaged candies and bars inside you could buy at any old convenience store. Nosiree.
This is the real deal.
He shrugs. “Good. Wait until you see the build-your-own-peanut-butter-cup display.”
“Shutup!” I say. “Are you even serious right now?”
“Yup.”
It isn’t often Adriano looks like a boy, but right now, he’s got a boyish grin that melts my heart. “Go on,” he says. “Go look.”
“Some husbands buy their wives flowers,” I say smugly to myself, as I push open the door to the shop. “Minebought me anItalianchocolate shop.”
The exterior is a sight to behold with sleek marble, golden lettering, and elegantly hand-lettered signs in deep cocoa and gold.
Decadent hot chocolate
Hand-dipped chocolate-covered strawberries
Assorted truffles
Handcrafted ganache
“Here,” he says. “We had a little write-up posted online. We open Friday.”
Welcome to "Cioccolato," a gourmet chocolate shop that celebrates the art of Italian chocolate.Located in the heart of the city, this gourmet establishment is a tribute to the rich chocolate traditions of Italy.
The interior is designed to evoke the charm and charisma of an Italian café with cozy ambience.
The focal point of the shop is a stunning chocolate waterfall at its center, crafted by renowned chocolatiers. It features an array of meticulously handcrafted bonbons, truffles, and pralines nested on shelves, each a masterpiece of artistry and flavor.
Cioccolato prides itself on sourcing the finest ingredients from Italy's most renowned regions, offering a curated selection of single-origin chocolates from regions such as Piedmont, Tuscany, and Sicily.
Cioccolato is not just a chocolate shop but an oasis for connoisseurs seeking an authentic, luxurious, and unforgettable experience…
“Are you even serious right now?” My heart beats faster as I read, and re-read, and re-read the little write-up all over again. We’re two miles from the North End and about the same distance from Bella Notte. Our apartment in the city is also only a few miles away—just far enough that I’ll have some space but not so far that Adriano won’t pop in for a hot chocolate on a moment’s notice.
“I’ll never stop talking, though,” I say wistfully as I gaze over every intricate detail. “And I don’t have any experience making chocolate.”
He shrugs and shoves his hands sheepishly into his pockets. “I’ve hired staff. You just ‘oversee’operations.”
“And your job?”
His eyes smolder while he stares at me. “You know very well what my job is.”
