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Chapter

3

The next morning, feeling somewhat better, I arrived at the design firm right on time.

Sarah, my creative director, held my resignation letter with mixed emotions when I told her about returning home for marriage.

"First my best jewelry designer leaves for marriage," she sighed, shaking her head. "The studio won't be the same without you.'

Words failed me, so I hugged her instead, grateful for her mentorship over the years.

News of my departure spread quickly through the office. My colleagues insisted on throwing me a farewell dinner.

I suggested the Italian restaurant Castro and I frequented partly because I didn't know many others, but mostly because their seafood risotto was exceptional.

During dinner, I excused myself to the wash my hand, only to find Oriana touching up her makeup at the marble vanity.

"What a coincidence!" She smiled warmly at my reflection. "You know, Castro first brought me here during our college days. We've had so many special moments in this place since then."

I returned a polite smile and turned to leave, seeing no reason for small talk between us.

But Oriana wasn't finished.

always rinses the spicy sauce

"too" - made me

food. But Castro always insisted on rinsing my shrimp, claiming spicy

Now I realized he was

Oriana, who couldn't

tilted her head,

Chapter 3

I first saw you... Don't you think we

felt more

the pieces finally falling into place I hadn't been

dining room, my

aside the unpleasant

his eyes scanning the crowded room. before

saw barely contained

through the chatter

into the marble-lined hallway, I was utterly unprepared for what happened next. His hand connected with my cheek

years, he had never raised a

gaze, he showed no remorse only fury. "You knew her ankle was injured. I told you I'd explain everything

where he'd

Her designer blouse was rumpled

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