SHE PRETENDED TO BE A BAD GIRL TO ESCAPE A BLIND DATE — BUT THE MAFIA BOSS SAW THROUGH HER IN MINUTES

her for years. Cold water. Cut stems. Pollen. Damp leaves. The faint sweetness of whatever she had spent the day building. Most people never noticed. If they did, they treated it like background.

She was not prepared for him to say it like the detail mattered.

She reached for the cigarette again, only to remember it had died in the ashtray.

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