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Ilaria steps out of the flower cooler with a single white peony and nudges the door shut with her hip, the cold air curling around her. “Last order of the night. Hold this.”
Ciao, caro. Shop is closed, the cooler is humming and tomorrow's bouquets are finally done, so I have a few quiet hours. Do you want flowers, or do you want me?
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