I was wearing my boots when I heard a knock on my door. Leonardo's face popped in from behind.

"You done yet? I got the car ready for you."

Today I am going shopping. Alone. Well, not exactly alone. Antonio and some other guy are pairing up to drive me places and look after me from afar while I shop. I don't mind. It's for my own safety.

"Almost. I just have to wear my other boot, mufflers, scraf, grab my bag, check my things, have a two minute make out session with you then earn a long lecture about time from you, check my things again, meet the other guy then I'll be done, only if you wave me goodbye like an excited five year old kid from the door."

He gave me a weird look then shook his head in amusement. "I should not have asked that."

I snickered. "Glad that you learnt your lesson, August-mini."

I opened my wardrobe to cover myself in more warm clothings and mentally cringed at the mess it has inside. I remembered the time where I had only a drawer full of clothes and sighed. Those were the days... Now I have many clothes yet I am going shopping for more clothes.

"I was wondering..." Leonardo said from behind and kept a hand on my waist. "Maybe we could build a walk in closet for you because this is a pure mess. I don't think you can fit anything except a pair of studded earrings."

"You know what I was wondering?" I asked with a sarcastic smile on my face. He shook his head. "Maybe I should not go shopping and wear something appropriate from what I have for your new club opening. Besides, I haven't got a chance to wear all these clothes."

"Nice try but I want something new with easy access to your..." His hand slid behind my back and right between my thighs. Heck, it's only been three days since we had almost... and he hasn't left any moment where he would tease me. We both have been teasing each other. Waiting.

I clenched my legs and felt the tip of my ears burn. Slowly, my mouth reached for his ears and I whispered. "Easy access? Best if I don't wear anything."

He grinned like a madman. "You think we can do that two minute thing you told about now?"

"Only if you don't lecture me about time." I murmured and pressed my lip on his soft ones.

Instead of a heavy two minute session, it turned into a twenty minute full lip on lip, tongue to tongue make out till we were left breathless.

"We... We really should do something about your wardrobe." Leo panted heavily. "It looks like everything will fall out."

I was resting my head on his shoulder, my lips red, full and swollen due to excessive biting and sucking. "I dunno. I have bags and shoes under my bed. Maybe that walk in closet isn't such a bad idea."

"Hmm. Or maybe you could move your things to my room." He suggested.

My head jerked up in surprise. "What?"

"Move in to my room. I've got space."

I burst out laughing. Leonardo Agostini watched me curiously as I had a fit of laughter and I was finally done with it, he said. "I do not understand what you find so funny about sharing a bed in my room, which we already do."

"I-It's not about the bed, capo." I hiccuped. "It's the topic of living together and sharing a room. You can't be serious about this."

He frowned. "Why not? I spend the nights in your room while you do the same in mornings till I leave for work. Just get your things and we'll do everything in my room."

"No. No. No. You still haven't understood what I actually mean. Look around my room then take a look at your room. I have seen it. Yours is... neat. Too neat. Everything is arranged. You don't even have a stink villa."

"Stink... villa?" He asked, confused.

"A pile of clothes on bed or chair or whatever place you can find. Clean, dirty or new. It has everything and you don't even know what it is. We have different living ways."

His eyes scanned around my room. "I don't see this certain 'stink villa' of yours."

I rolled my eyes. "Look down, will you? You knocked it over from the chair in the heat of moment."

His eyes widened when he saw the floor beneath us. I was straddling him on the exact same chair where my stink villa used to reside twenty five minutes ago.

"Are you, um, planning on picking that up?"

I shrugged. "Tomorrow or maybe never."

Leonardo Agostini likes to maintain order everywhere and it also includes his bedroom. In short, he's a neat freak.

"You still want me to move in with you?" I asked, batting my eyelashes.

He showed signs of hesitation. "Erm, I... I do."

"You're not serious, are you?" My eyes narrowed.

"I am. Very much serious. I want you to move in to my room."

"I... um... I don't really know..." I mumbled, shaking my head. "You are asking me a big thing. I can't just... I always have Rylie coming over in the afternoons, I like my room. We have pillow fights and so many other things."

He tapped my nose. "I don't mind. Only if I get to have you in mornings, nights, whenever I do my work from here and for the rest of my life. This will still be your room and you can do whatever you want with it but my room will also be yours. It always has been."

Rest of my life?

Was he finally hinting at something? Oh God.

"Leo, I... I love you. You know that, right? Like a lot. An infinity times lot." I had no idea why but I really felt that he should know that like a reminder.

He nodded earnestly. "Si."

"Good. And I really appreciate your help in my little shortage of clothing space..."

"You are welcome."

"... But don't you think we're going a teeny weeny fast? You know, about this 'shifting to your room' thing. I mean, we just did that confession thing a month ago and we cannot even count those two weeks as us being 'together' together."

That gorgeous smile of his faltered a bit.

"Oh."

Oh. Oh? That's all he's got to say? I literally poured out my doubts to him, did the first major step to seriously talk about everything that is going on between us and this is what I get in return?

I shifted nervously. "So that's all. Say something else."

He blinked rapidly and cleared his throat. "Right. Of course. Fast."

"It's not like I'm refusing or something."

"But you are not agreeing too."

"Yes. That."

"Do you, erm, not want to move in to my room? You can say it. No hurt feelings."

"I want to," I blurted out and closed my eyes. "I really, really want to. Its just that... I don't want to now. It's too soon."

"Someday then?" He asked hopefully.

I smiled. "Someday. I am not going to give up the opportunity to trash your room."

His lips twisted nastily. "Then I better be prepared for that. But we can surely take some of your clothes and transfer it to my closet, right? I'll clear up a side for you since you will be moving in to my room... someday."

Just like I'll be marrying you someday? Oh wait. No. Where did that thought come from? Bad manners. Yes to marriage and no to now. What? No. Ugh. We are not talking about saying 'I do' and stuff. It's just simple shifting to his room which will happen someday.

I nodded in approval. "That sounds like a plan and I'll try to keep as little mess as possible when that someday comes. Do a compromising thing for once."

"I rather get used to your mess." He mused and pecked my lips. "Now how about you get ready, check your things and go out, hmm?"

I bit my lower lip nervously. "Do I really have to? I mean, yeah I get that it's your new club opening tonight and you want me to be there with you, but clubs and drinks are really not my things."

Let's not forget the last time I had been to a club. It's a foggy memory but I do remember loud music and getting exclusively drunk in despair.

He clicked his tongue in a playful manner. "The only thing you'll have to drink is your favorite glass of lemonade. I want you to be very much sober and awake for the rest of the night."

My entire body flushed when I understood what he was implying at.

"Okay." I mumbled shyly and got up from his lap. "I better get going. Anything else?"

"Pamper yourself, will you?"

I chuckled. "Si, capo."

I covered myself in more warm clothing then grabbed a leather sling handbag I had chosen out of others and checked everything in it.

"You have the cards?" He asked, looking at his phone.

I zipped up my bag and sling it over my shoulder. "Yeah, I do. Two cards. Both of them having money equally divided in half." He shot me a look and was about to open his mouth to speak but I continued and said. "Don't worry, August-mini. I know how to use them. I am not that outdated. In fact, I used to go shopping for an underwear using my mother's card."

"Just an underwear?" He asked in surprise.

My nose scrunched up as I remembered those panty shopping memories. "Er, yeah. Just an underwear. I was very specific about my undergarments more than my garments and I actually liked shopping for underwear. I left the rest to my mother."

I skipped the part where she would prefer spending her weekends in malls and in company of her clients rather than spending time with her only daughter.

He leaned back on the chair and smirked, his brooding eyes dark in lust as he eyed me head to toe and licked his lips seductively. "I like this certain shopping kink of yours. Here's the thing, when you shop for panties, send me pictures. I'll approve of them and tell you what to wear tonight, though I actually do prefer nothing. Easy access, right?"

I sucked in a sharp breath. "No lingerie fashion show tonight?"

"I am more interested in choosing what I want to see inside your dress and how to rip it off."

I gulped, suddenly feeling hot. "I rather keep it as a surprise for you. Maybe I'll try something new and unexpected. First I need to see what's in fashion these days."

"You got the cards?" He asked again.

My mood changed instantly. "You just asked me that."

"I meant, you got my cards?" He flashed three shiny black cards out of his suit pocket.

My eyes narrowed to slits. "We had this conversation last night. I'm not using your money. I'm very much capable of supporting myself now."

He shrugged. "I changed my mind. Keep them as a second option in case something goes wrong with yours. Server goes down or anything like that. There's no harm in keeping them, right?"

Sighing in defeat, I took his two cards instead of three and stuffed them inside my bag.

"Anything else now?" I asked, annoyed.

He scratched his chin. "Hmm. You do remember who you are, don't you? Intern at my company, an unexpected property heiress, blah, blah, blah, etcetera, etcetera."

My jaw dropped. "Did you just say etcetera etcetera?"

He looked like a child caught stealing cookies from a jar. "I... I did."

This day is getting more and more interesting.

I arranged my scarf and mufflers properly and did one last checking in my bag. "You sure you don't want to come with me?"

"Si."

"Will I get to see you waving me bye like a child from the main door?"

"No."

I sighed. At least I tried.

*****

I am lost.

I am completely utterly lost.

Not physically. Metamorphically.

I keep staring at the saleswoman who is staring right back at me with a dress in her hand. Except that isn't a dress. It's a very skimpy, fashionable, revealing piece of thread to me.

"And, miss?" She enquired expectantly.

"Um, I... I think a tad bit less revealing than this?"

Her eyes diluted in confusion. "But you asked for revealing, no?"

I covered my face in shame, not understanding why I asked this woman, whose name according to her tag is Cindy, to show me her latest collection of revealing clothes. Hell, wearing nothing is better than wearing that thread.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Antonio and the other guy, Stefan shaking their heads in disapproval from outside then look away.

"Do you have something else apart from this... this..." I gestured to the skimpy costume and gagged mentally. "... this amazingly beautiful piece?"

"Of course, miss. I shall search for more. Till then please do see our latest winter collection which came just last week!"

As soon as she was out of my sight, I dashed out of the shop.

"So I guess that wasn't up to your liking too." Antonio said from behind. Stefan snorted in response.

We were now walking through the corridors of a shopping mall in the main city. It took us almost two hours to reach here and I find the fruits of waiting for so long not so delicious anymore. That Cindy lady shop was the sixth store I had been to and didn't find anything which I liked. Seeing the girls, their exclusive dressing style, the confidence they radiate, recent and past fashion trends, I can surely say that it's been a rollercoaster ride here about learning and observing these things. A lot of things have changed only in a span of eight years.

"I'm taking that as a sarcasm from you." I muttered dryly.

"I am just concerned, signorina Jones. We have been here for almost three hours and you have not bought any dress of your choosing. We have strict orders from capo to bring you back home safely before six."

"It's already noon. I have less four hours to get myself something then travel back home." I mumbled the last part to myself and went inside another shop. Thirty minutes later, I came back empty handed and frustrated.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing which I liked. It's either the colour or the length or the material or everything! Is it that hard for a girl to do some shopping? Because I find it hard!"

How the hell did my mother used to go shopping?

"If I may..." Stefan chipped in. Apparently, he was in Russia for almost an year to do some extremely private (illegal) work for the Agostini family business and came back only a few days ago. "I can suggest la donna del capo to raise her shopping store standards."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Go to high end stores. Gucci, Versace, Prada, Chanel, Balenciaga, Dolce & Gabbana and other stores."

My lips twisted. "Those are way too expensive. I have a budget of three hundred and thirty euros!"

The men stopped walking and exchanged a very strange look with each other.

"What?" I frowned. "What's wrong?"

Antonio cleared his throat. "When did you plan this... budget of yours?"

"I know! Three hundred and thirty euros is too much but what can I do? They make four hundred dollars and that's a lot of money."

"You have not answered me, signorina Jones. When?"

I gulped inaudibly. Jesus, I forgot what these people do for a living. "Um... I... When I saw the pricetag."

"Of which store?"

"The first one I went into." I meekly answered.

Stefan facepalmed himself while Antonio groaned, rubbing his face.

"That's it! We are going for plan B now." Stefan declared and swiftly pulled out his phone from his pocket then typed something very fast.

A minute later, I heard a ting and Stefan nodded. "We have clearance."

"Wait, what?"

Antonio nodded back. "Get the car ready. We'll grab her something to eat then hit the road."

"What the... Where are we going now?"

Stefan was already gone from our sight.

"Wait a sec, he was right here with us! How did he manage to get away so quickly?" I gasped in surprise. That guy surely did some wonders back in Russia.

"We can discuss that later. First, we need to get you something to eat."

We were now almost sprinting. "But why? Tell me what's going on here."

Antonio sighed. "Let's just say capo knows you really well."

Dammit.

Forty five minutes later, we were strolling around the posh, snowy streets of Trento city where huge stores of famous clothing brands were open. Gucci, Balenciaga, Armani, Valentino... the list never ends. I could see that the people coming out of these stores belonged to high class society. Their extremely etiquette dressing style, the bags in their hands, jewellery and watches they wore, and lastly, the guards that followed them.

I was busy exploring the streets more when I caught the sight of a familiar face.

"Is that Celine..." My eyes widened in realisation.

"Celine Dion? Si. Now in you go." Stefan opened a door for me. I saw the brand sign. It was Gucci. "We'll be right here and we do hope that you finally start enjoying your day, signorina. Get something for yourself."

I grinned sheepishly. "I'll try my best."

"Buon pomeriggio! Come posso aiutarla?" A saleswoman asked in a way too happy manner.

Good afternoon! How can I help you? Ah. The teaching power of my favorite Italian tutor. Only yesterday I forced him to teach me a few basic greetings so that I could not face difficulties in the beginning and learnt the most basic question which will help me today instead of him handing me a bunch of books to read.

"Er, buon pomeriggio. Parla ingelese? Um, my Italian is not that... bene... good."

Can you speak English?

"Of course." She answered in fluent English. "We're an international brand, ma'am. Speaking multiple languages is a part of our job description."

I sighed in relief. "Thank you. I am in search of a dress."

We walked near a shelf. "Okay. Any specific requirements? Long? Short? Our newest collection?"

"I want it a tad bit of revealing. Probably short."

A strange glimmer of excitement shone in her eyes. "Yes, ma'am. You've come to the right place."

"I hope so." I mumbled to myself and began my dress browsing for the eight time today.

I was wearing a shimmering black strapless dress which showed appropriate amount of my average cleavage yet too much of my legs.

"Are you sure that this is what girls wear in a club these days? I find this too exposing for me." I turned around in front of the mirror and checked out my back.

"Yes, ma'am. I brought this to you according to what you asked for, a dress for clubbing, revealing but not so revealing yet revealing enough for you to show off your legs, chest and get laid tonight. This is perfect."

I cringed. "I look like a schoolgirl."

"A very sexy schoolgirl, ma'am." The saleswoman said with a very naughty glint in her eyes.

I scratched Gucci out of the list and made a mental reminder to complain about a certain staff member to not to flirt and make extremely inappropriate comments about her customers.

With two hours remaining in hand before we hit the road again, I was getting more and more frustrated and nervous about tonight's events. Leonardo simply wanted me to buy something new and enjoy a day but everything was going opposite of that. I hadn't found a dress to attend his new club opening with him nor cute set of lingerie to go with the outfit.

Next stop was Balenciaga.

"Good afternoon." A saleswoman greeted. "Welcome to Balenciaga."

I sighed in exhaustion. "I need a dress. Short. Simple. Shiny. Seductive. For a new club opening. And most importantly, it has to be comfortable."

"We have your exact requirements, ma'am. You've come to the right place."

That is exactly what that Gucci lady said.

"Just a small question..." The woman asked, whose name according to her tag is Rosa. We were searching the shelves together to find a perfect dress. "Are we looking for a colour? I do have a dress in mind but I'm not sure of the colour."

"Anything would do." I mumbled dryly.

"Sleeve or sleeveless?"

"Sleeveless."

"Okay. So shiny, sleeveless, short, simple and seductive for clubbing. A party wear."

"Hmm-Hmm."

"Can you please describe what exactly are you looking for in seductive type?"

I stopped searching and faced her nervously. "Um... I want to show my legs." Leonardo loves my legs and that is the only perfect asset I have. "Not too much of legs. I want to be comfortable while sitting. I just want it enough to catch a man's attention."

"I see..." She pulled out a black dress. "How about this? Shiny, strapless and the short skirt attached below it will give you leg space. My personal attachment would be fishnet stockings and high heels to pass it as the seductive look you want for."

"It's too black."

"Oh." She blinked rapidly, slightly taken aback and pulled out another dress. "So how about this? A perfect fit bodycon dress. It's black but you can match it with a belt. It would give a little push up to your cleavage and show your legs too."

My lips suppressed into a thin line. "Hmm. Do you have something else? Let's keep this aside for now."

We searched more, I rejected more, we searched again, I rejected more again, I went through some magzines to learn more about fashion and actually liked some of the dresses, asked about the designs to the saleswoman, she brought the dresses, I tried them on, didn't like it anymore so we went back to our usual searching scheme. In a short time, almost every staff in the store was now searching a dress for a certain 'little miss choosy who doesn't know any shopping sense and style'.

What can I say? I had never shopped for myself apart from a pair underwear in eight years and before.

"Is it this hard for a woman to find a simple dress for herself? I want it short, but not too short. Shiny but not too shiny, revealing but not too revealing and I definitely don't want to look like a nun or a paying hanky-panky business girl. I want it simple yet boxers dropping for my man."

Shopping is hard. I am never shopping again.

"Er, ma'am? How about this one?" Poor Rosa the saleswoman was now tired and I knew that if I didn't find anything here, she will be the first one to quit her job. She was holding a slip dress in one hand and a weird swimming costume looking dress in other.

"I'll take that slip dress." I pressed the dress in front of the mirror.

It had a glittering belt attached to its waist and I liked it so I tried it on. It was black obviously but the belt was white and shiny like a contrast. I touched the slip and pulled it down. Hmm. Easy to remove. That's a first. It gave me the leg space I wanted and an easy access too. Not too much display of cleavage or legs. It looked good just like the others but it didn't felt like the one which will make Leonardo rip it off and take me right then and there.

I bowed my head slightly in remorse.

I still have a long street and lots of stores to explore in an half hour.

*****

I finally bought a dress. Not from Balenciaga but from Prada. Antonio and Stefan were the happiest amongst us. It was love at first sight for me when I saw it. Just like last time I attended a party in a silver gown, I bought a silver dress. It had a cut between the cleavage side which reminded me of that maroon masked lady who saved me from those green eyed monsters back at the party and how it suited her without revealing too much of her chest, lots of shimmer, ended right above my knees, semi backless, free leg space and a very easy access to my... um, never mind.

Buying lingerie was relatively an easy task for me, seeing the fact that I still remembered perfectly well about how to choose my undies properly. I learnt a lot about new types of bras and panties which is something my dear so-called workaholic mother never told me about. Victoria's Secret opened my eyes about a man's suggestive, secretive taste on his woman's lingerie inside a bedroom and I was determined to make Leonardo Agostini a very happy man tonight.

I spent an entire day on shopping only to buy clothes at the last fifteen minutes.

It was half past six in the evening when I came back home running with bags from stores I shopped from. Dumped them on my bed, did a quick check on Leo's room and sighed in relief when I found it empty. He had told me that he would come to pick me at quarter to eight so it gave me a hour and fifteen minutes to get ready.

I abducted my original, favorite make up team from their household work. Unlike the silence and focused blank faces they all had last time, we laughed, gossiped about things which didn't make any sense, I talked about my day and the troubles I faced for being outside alone for the first time and made a dramatic vow to never to shop again which made us all laugh again because I actually meant it and we knew that capo won't let that happen.

Wore heels and grabbed a matching clutch bag which I already had, practiced walking around a bit, wore a thick coat then descended down the stairs.

My mood dropped instantly when I saw Adrian, all dressed up in casual dark green shirt and black jeans, leaning against a wall instead of his brother waiting for me.

"What the hell?" I snapped.

His head snapped in my direction, eyed my half covered attire head to toe and whistled flirtatiously. "Hot damn, Amy."

"Please don't tell me that I'll meet him straight to that club place."

He pouted innocently. "Am I such a bad company, Amy? Because you'd hurt my feelings."

"Adrian, where is he?"

"He's pooping."

I blinked. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me." He shrugged. "It's a family thing. Even padre does that. Before going somewhere out to socialize or doing something publicly, these people will always go to poop first at the very last minute. I find it really annoying. Keep their stomach clean from inside to avoid any embarrassing moments publicly."

My eyes diluted. "You're not serious, are you?"

"At times like these, I'm glad to say that I don't carry that kind of DNA."

Oh. He's serious alright.

After a moment of peaceful silence, I spoke. "So are you our driver again?"

He scowled. "No. I'm the third wheel. I'm going with you guys because I own thirty five percent of the shares and need to get laid very badly."

Leonardo came downstairs, looking all devilishly handsome in his dark faded blue jeans, white shirt and leather jacket.

"Did you flush properly?" Adrian asked amusedly and earned a cold glare from him.

His eyes went to my attire which was still half covered inside my coat and stared at me for a one whole minute. Then he nodded in approval and stood beside me, grabbing me close by my waist and placed a soft kiss behind my ear. "You look stunning." He murmured. "Did you enjoy your day?"

I nodded shyly, my heart beating wildly. "I kinda did."

Victoria's Secret was enjoyable. End of point.

"You're wearing that lip thing again." He groaned softly. "Things I could do to that lip of yours..."

My cheeks turned crimson red. "Lipstick. I applied it just for you-"

"Okay!" Adrian pushed his way between us. We both scowled. "Enough of this lovey dovey shit. It makes me wanna gag on my own spit and die choking. Leo, you have the keys so get the car and start driving. I call dibs on the back seat and keep it PG-13 for me, kids."

"How long will it take us to reach there?" I asked as soon as I got adjusted to the rich Italian leather of Ferrari. I can never digest this in my life. Me, in a Ferrari. Of course I had seen their cars in the garage while sweeping its floor long back. Never in my life I had imagined that I will be sitting in one.

"Forty five minutes." Adrian answered from behind, looking at his phone.

His brother started the engine with a loud roar and smirked. "Make it thirty. Buckle up, amor."

True to his words, Leonardo Agostini took exact thirty minutes to stop in front of a tall glass building with a huge crowd surrounding nearby.

"Why is there a crowd here?" I asked, confused seeing white flashes of camera and people standing in a long queue. I couldn't understand.

Adrian laughed. "That, my lovely Amy, is exactly what happens when my asshole of a brother decides to make a public appearance for almost after two years."

My eyes widen. "Oh."

"Well, I'm out. It's been a year since I faced a camera myself so I gotta enjoy a few minutes of fame. We all deserve it after everything."

Adrian got out and I watch in pure shock as the crowd goes crazy over him. Jesus, it's like he's a famous movie star or something. White light of camera flashes all around him and I quickly turn my head away to avoid strain.

"You okay?" Leonardo asked in concern.

"Yeah." I breathlessly replied. "Just shocked and nervous."

"Don't worry. It hardly lasts two minutes or three." He assured.

"Do you have to go next?"

"Si. I do not plan on going there alone though."

I laughed nervously. "I don't want my face to be plastered in tomorrow's newspaper. I can't go in through that way."

"It won't. Trust me."

"I do."

His eyes shone in eternal love he has for me. He unbuckled his seatbelt and brushed his lips against mine. "Under your seat," He pressed his forehead against mine and sighed. "A bag. That should help you to cover your face and eyes from the camera."

I smiled. "You had it all prepared, don't you?"

I wore the scarf it had inside by wrapping it around my head and neck properly then grabbed my clutch.

"Any tips?"

"Not really but if it gets too much for you, cover your face with your hand and walk straight. Don't answer anything. They won't crowd or invade your personal space."

I nodded. "Okay. Here goes nothing."

I was about to open the door when he stopped.

"Wait. Let me." Leonardo got out of his car then walked over to my side to open the door. He smiled, wiggling his eyebrows. "Chivalry is not dead."

I rolled my eyes. "Very funny. You go first then I'll follow you from behind. In that case, they'll have their attention on you only."

He did what I said and just as I expected, media had it's full attention on him only and so did every person shouting and hooting in excitement. Nobody bothered to see the silver dressed, face covered in a scarf woman only a few steps behind him. It felt strange to see him like this; popular and loved by the masses. It made me realise how different our worlds are. Nobody knows the dark side of his story. Nobody will ever know. I loved him for everything he was and will be.

I was right in the middle of the crowd, five feet away from him, silently making my way when suddenly he stopped. Our eyes met for a moment in between all those flashes and clicks from the cameras.

Trust.

Without any hesitation, I strode forward confidently till I was standing beside him and touched his hand. Our fingers entwined firmly and we walked ahead together, my other hand now covering my face as the crowd goes ballistic crazy around us, asking us questions and the camera flashes increases tenfold.

And just like that, Leonardo Agostini silently, publicly declared that he is now a taken man and all mine.

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