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CHAPTER 81 We Are Going Home

Zita's POV

The cool morning breeze brushed past me as I left the mall with my shopping bags in hand. Dario's driver already opened the door to the backseat, waiting for me to step inside.

He gave me a polite nod, then closed the door and gently pulled away from the parking lot.

Leaning back,...