Chapter 9 Home for Dinner

Lucia's POV

"Darling," Dad said. His voice was warm and just a little too cheerful. "Please tell me you didn't forget."

"Forget what?"

"Lucia."

"Of course I didn't forget. I'm on my way."

I was, technically, sitting on a lounge couch in training shorts, three hours from anything resembling a di...

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