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I hit send and sighed.

I wasn't ready to talk about Amir.

Not yet.

I wasn't even sure how I felt about him, let alone how to explain it to someone else.

I glanced at the envelope again, and before I could stop myself, I grabbed it, tearing it open.

Inside was a single piece of paper, just like before, but this time it wasn't an address.

It was an invitation.

Meet me at the rooftop bar on Calle Roma.

8 PM.

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