On the phone, Henry’s tone was aloof and biting, a sharp click signaling the end of the call.

Giselle clutched her phone, inhaling sharply to quench the flames of her fury.

He's in Italy now?

Hunter’s Restaurant had become the new gem of the small town, its serene ambiance a lure for the wandering tourists.

Impressively, Henry had timed everything to perfection; Giselle’s arrival, a neatly timed twenty minutes after his message.

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