The humid evening air clung to Sofia’s skin as she adjusted the thin straps of her emerald-green dress, the fabric clinging to her curves like a second skin. She had chosen this place deliberately—L’Ultimo Bacio, a dimly lit cocktail bar in the heart of the city where the music thrummed just loud enough to drown out her racing thoughts. Tonight wasn’t just about another shift at the lingerie boutique; tonight was about him. Marco. The man who had been lingering in her mind for weeks, the one who had sent her that message last night: “Meet me at L’Ultimo Bacio. 8 PM. Wear something that makes you hard to ignore.” And God, she wanted to be hard to ignore.
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