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  “I read your story.” I tried to sound causal.

  “And?”

  “Crafted better than a box of exotic Bolivian seashell truffles. Sweeter than a cup of Peruvian hot chocolate.”

  “You liked it?” Dante let out a giant sigh. “Claudia, I was never in on Beatrice’s game. After she sent me her strange request, I knew I never wanted to have anything to do with her. I never responded, but she kept texting me. I never meant to hurt you, I’m sorry.”

  “I’m sorry too, I just never believed that I was good enough for you. I should have let you explain.”

  “Not good enough? Then you can’t see what I see.” Dante leaned over the table and brought his lips to mine. Electricity surged through me as our lips met. I gave into the kiss. It was sweeter than white chocolate truffles. “I love you, Claudia.”

  “I love you, too.” Saying those words, and believing that I was actually good enough for Dante was sweet surrender.