Chapter 19 My Real Dessert

Iva’s P.O.V.

The waiter arrives and begins arranging our dinner on the table. The scent is mouthwatering. There is spiced pasta, warm garlic bread, and some kind of sizzling grilled meat that makes my stomach growl.

“Wow…” I can’t able to tear my eyes away from the food.

Will leans to the side, h...

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