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The next morning, I wake up and find Harper still next to me, sleepy eyes look back at me.
“Were you watching me sleep? You know that’s kind of creepy, right? Gives you full-on stalker vibes.”
While laughing she presses a kiss to my lips. It’s the best sound I could start the day with.
“Are you ready for today?” She asks.
“I think I am. I’ll check in with Elio after breakfast to see if he has any updates. We need to leave here around three p.m. to make it in time for the ceremony. The stylist will be here at noon to help us get ready.”
“The stylist?”
“Yes, I hired someone to do our hair and make up and someone from Dior is coming to make sure the gowns fit perfectly.”
“Wow… Is it always this way for you? The stylist and everything I mean?”
“Yes,when I have big events like this one it is.”
“I thought I would do my own hair and make up.”
“You can of course, or you could let yourself get pampered. It’s up to you.”
“I’ll think about it, now I need some coffee and breakfast first.’ She steps out of bed and grabs a shirt off the floor to put on. “Are you coming?”
I get out of bed and follow her out into the kitchen. She quickly whips up some pancakes for breakfast and I get the orange juice out of the fridge.
“So, are these pavement pancakes or regular ones?” I chuckle.
Harper looks at me with a puzzling look on her face. Then it clicks and she starts laughing.
“These are regular ones, you weirdo! If you want pavement pancakes, I’m happy to throw them out the window for you?”
We both laugh even harder before we both catch our breaths and sit down to enjoy our breakfast.
After breakfast I check in with Elio and he tells me that the delivery guy didn’t know much. Except that he got a package himself with my so-called gift inside, a note to deliver it to my address and an envelope full of money. Elio picked up the original box and note to see if brings us any clues to where Gianni is hiding. Sixteen years and we still haven’t found the fucker. It’s like he’s a ghost. But he is bound to fuck up sooner or later. Let’s pray it’s sooner because I need to keep Harper safe. Luca has a few leads off the CCTV butnothing solid. As we wrap up our conversation the elevator dings to let us know the stylist is here. Harper guides them into our bedroom where they set up everything for hair and make up and she takes a seat on one of the stools.
“So, you’re not doing your own hair and make up?”
“No… Why should I if I have a girlfriend that likes to spoil me?”
“Ah, so Iamyour girlfriend now?”
