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Chapter Thirty-seven: The Dinner

Author: Erym
last update publish date: 2026-06-19 23:42:23

Valerio's POV

I’m definitely going to lose my mind if I get to her end and she actually doesn’t want to go out with me. I stand in front of the mirror in my bedroom, adjusting the collar of my dark shirt for the third time. The second one was too casual, and the first one was somewhere in between, but I still don’t know if it is right.

Cosa mi hai combinato, Zara? (What have you done to me, Zara?)

I have closed billion-dollar deals in wrinkled shirts and never thought twice, yet here I am, ago
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