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It was Monday afternoon by the time Raquel came off the New York-Milan flight. She felt ragged. All of the expectation she’d thought to be feeling hadn’t made the flight with her. Not even in her checked luggage. She’d slept poorly in New York and not at all on either flight. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
She must look awful. Marco was going to take one look at her after she came through customs and tell her to turn back around. Even her lack of enthusiasm had a lack of enthusiasm.
When Marco had said how excited he would be to see her any time, and Perrin had teased her about backlogged vacation time, she booked a flight and took a chance. She could keep up with the business on her tablet computer and enjoy Italy and Marco in between. Multi-tasking was her lifestyle.
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