“Our first real date was at an Italian restaurant named Benedicto’s. You were in a white Aquinas College T-shirt and denim skirt. Your hair was down, and you looked absolutely beautiful. We sat at the table by a window that overlooked a garden full of flowering rosemary. You had clam pasta, and I splurged and had the chicken parm, then we split a tiramisu for dessert because you said it was the best in the state. And you were right.” I smile a little at the memory. I’d give everything I have to be able to go back in time, erase all her hurt. “Your favorite fairytale princess is Belle from
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