Page 133 of Mila: The Godfather

That’s it.

But it’s confusing since he looks like he wants me, but he doesn’t push for anything more than a kiss. Does he want me? I believe he does, but why would he hold himself back?

When I think he is going to kiss me, our moment is interrupted by our waiter, who arrives at our table with our food.

The need to taste his lips once again takes a back seat when my stomach grumbles the second my plate is placed in front of me. The delicious smell is enticing.

Riagan’s plate looks delicious too.

Before she leaves, the waitress places a bowl of fortune cookies in front of us.

“Is this a first for you, butterfly?” He asks.

“I’ve researched most of the world’s cuisine, but I haven’t tried them all. I’m a person that yes, has limitations of what they can eat, but somehow, I’m also a foodie. I’m excited to try this. I’ve never had this plate before, not even the lucky cookies.” I beam at the plate between us.

“Take one then.” He picks up the bowl and urges me to grab a cookie.

I do.

“We will need to break it to see the surprise inside,” I say as a matter of fact.

“Yeah, baby.”

Raising my gaze, I find him staring at me, and find myself wishing I had my pairing equipment here so I could capture him this way forever.

So happy.

Riagan smiles, then breaks his cookie, and so do I.

There’s a tiny piece of paper inside.

The love of your life is right before your eyes.

Holding the paper up, I look at him and share a secret smile.

Divine timing.

Luck.

Whichever is it.

I wasn’t a big believer in them. I thought that we all make our own luck in life, but perhaps sometimes there’s a little help from the universe.

Because here he is, and now I’m the lucky one because I have him.

As a friend and as an ally, but most importantly, as my person.

My favorite person.

I didn’t see him coming.

He is and will always be my favorite surprise.

“Are you happy, Riagan?” I ask while discreetly tucking the little paper from the fortune cookie inside the pocket of my dress.

“Never been happier, butterfly.” He kisses me this time.

Softly.

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