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And yet, here I am, turning his card over again like it might suddenly fold out with instructions.
Moretti.
That’s not a Mafia name, is it? At least I haven’t heard of it in our circles.
But I can’t help the whisper in the back of my mind.
What if I’ve missed it? No, all the big-name players are known, and Moretti isn’t one of them.
He’s probably part of a regular business powerhouse family with sharp suits and tighter NDAs.
Still, if I ever decide to contact him, I’ll do a little digging. Just in case.
But that would kill the spirit of my own tagline, wouldn’t it?
Because love shouldn’t require a background check.
I sigh, shake my head, and open the drawer of my nightstand. With a deliberate motion, I slide the card underneath my journal and shut it quietly.
No matter how tempting contacting him might be, a man like him needs to wait.
Coming across as too eager with someone like Sebastian would be a grave mistake.
Not if marriage is the end goal.
I lie back on the bed and stare at the ceiling, fingers tapping idly on my stomach.
Fine.
If I’m serious about Plan NUPTIAL, I probably shouldn’t throw the whole strategy out because a walking fantasy gave me butterflies.
I just need to recalibrate.
My eyes drift to the laptop on the bedside table.
Should I brave the dating app again?
I stare at it, undecided.
One more look can’t hurt, right? Maybe the first new message will be from another Andrea.
Before I can talk myself out of it, I open the screen and log into the app I promised myself I was done with.
The moment it loads, the notifications hit me like a slap.
Three hundred eighty-nine new messages.
Wow, I’m a popular girl.
I should be flattered. Instead, I groan and drop my head back against the pillows.
“Ugh.”
I can’t go through all this trash again just to maybe find one or two decent men.
“Come on, Isa. Big girl panties.”
I squint at the screen and begin scrolling, hoping another Andrea will magically appear.
