“I know. I don’t mean it condescendingly. It’s a cute nickname.” I help myself to a plate of slow-cooked lamb and take a seat across from her. “People tend to treat me like a child,” she admits. “It’s very frustrating.” Trust me, I won’t treat you like a child. Especially if you keep wearing my shirt. “I’ll never do that.” Giving her a reassuring smile, I say, “I’ll pick a new nickname for you.” Her cheeks flush pink. “You don’t have to.” “Bella? It means beautiful.” Tiana’s eyes flick to mine, and the pink on her cheeks deepens in color. “I like that.” A satisfied smile spreads over my face.
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