NO ONE COULD HANDLE THE MAFIA BOSS’S DAUGHTER—UNTIL A WAITRESS WALKED INTO THE CHAOS AND DID THE IMPOSSIBLE

and Mia.

But he pulled out a single white lily.

A funeral flower.

He laid it gently on the bench between them.

“Have a lovely afternoon, my dear.”

Then he stood, adjusted his jacket, and vanished into the crowd.

Willow did not breathe until he was gone.

Then survival kicked in.

She did not scream.

She stood smoothly and walked quickly across the grass.

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