Serena Vale
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Rafael insisted we go out to eat for our third anniversary because we didn’t go out to eat often.
He did the work of looking for somewhere nice and private and reserving it before announcing it to us so we had no choice but to follow through.
“Reservation for Moretti.” He told the receptionist who quickly signaled a waiter who in turn led us to the room Rafael had reserved.
She pushed open the door and froze, so the rest of us stopped walking. I peeked inside the room to see a woman’s back facing us. She was putting on a black backless top. The man she was with was putting on a black suit that looked like it was specifically tailored for him.
His gaze drifted to the door, narrowing on instinct. Then his gaze softened and he stood up. “Moretti?”
The waiter was horrif
