Page 419 of One More Kiss

“So you’re an intern?”

“Yep, from the art institution,” she proudly responds.

I smile and nod, appreciating the history behind the mugs and studio.

She starts talking about the process of each one, and it’s all fascinating and overwhelming at the same time. By the way, she talks about him, I imagine this Ethan guy to be early-thirties give or take, obviously good with his hands and gorgeous. If he’s anything like Casanova, probably an arrogant asshole, too.

“So do you see anything you like?” she asks me, and after taking another look, I pick out two of my favorites.

“Make sure to hand-wash only,” she reminds me as she hands me a cream-colored bag with the word Paris written in script on both sides. I love all the cute touches this shop has from the personal customer service, the easy shopping experience, and the modern look mixed with the southern decor gives it a rustic vibe.

“Will do,” I promise. “I can’t wait to bring these back to Chicago with me.”

“Enjoy, sweetheart.”

After thanking her again and grabbing my bag, I start to head out. Before I open the door, a plaque on the wall grabs my attention. A plaque with Casanova’s face on it.

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