Following her nose out of the window, Arianne’s eyes wandered before veering into a halt at an Italian eatery. “I... I want lasagna!” she declared.
Lasagna?! Mark was nonplussed, his mind mulling over how appropriate a dish that would be for pregnant women.
The craving on her face said it all, however. He had to admit that this was better than her not eating anything. With a sigh, Mark wrapped his neck with a scarf and disembarked from the car. “Sit tight. I’ll get one for you.”
Unthinkably, Arianne was at her most docile yet. She beamed at Mark with a sweet smile, “Okie-dokie!”
Brian watched Mark’s towering frame disappear into a crowd made up of old people and let out a sigh. “Mr. Tremont truly treats you like a crowned jewel, Madam.”
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