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Chapter Twenty
Robert POV: As I wait for Cleo to show up, I am praying she doesn’t change her mind. I didn’t call or text her to see if she was still coming. I didn’t want to show how desperate I am to see her again. I even ordered her favorite drink, a mango margarita with Jose gold, no salt around the rim, just sugar. When the waitress brings the drinks, I heard the hostesses say my name. I look and see Cleo walking to the table. She looks beautiful. She is wearing my hair just how I like it, and she is wearing my favorite color and she looks like she has gotten thicker. “Good evening Cleo”, I said as I stood and helped her with her seat. “Good evening Robert”, she says with a smile. She is wearing black lipstick, my favorite on her. “I am glad you came. I ordered you a drink”, I am trying to brea
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