A spat with spice.

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The eyeliner tip moved away from my lid as I shifted to look at Marco through the dressing table mirror . " What is the reason behind this dinner ? And in the garden at the back yard , too . That' s . . new . " Marco looked up from the bow tie he was getting done around the collar of his crisp white shirt . " Alesso arranged for all of it . He even got a saperate caterer so Greta could step back . Maybe he is just in the mood to celebrate . ' Marco said with a shrug, turning his attention back to the black bow tie . A small concentration frown strained the space between his eye brows . I smiled to myself thinking about how this man was all mine . This handsome , skilled and loving man . It was still surprising to me that he had such a tender side to him . Marco stopped and looked at

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