The next day

Mireille looked at herself in the mirror and did a small turn in front of it. She was all dressed up for work already and could not wait to get back to working.

As for Dante? He had been absent the entire night and Mireille hated to admit that yet again, she had missed him and wished he was there but she also wondered where he had gone to all night.

Business wasn't done at nights, right? So what could he have been doing all night?

A tiny part of her told ...