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"Promise me?"

She lifts her chin. "I promise."

"Good girl."

We eat the rest of our salad in silence. The sashimi and rolls arrive.

Once the server leaves, I state, "I have a question for you."

Zara arches her eyebrows.

My nerves reignite. "Do you ever stay the night at your grandparents'?"

She replies, "Yes. All the time. Why?"

"Can you do me a favor?"

She puts her chopsticks down. "Sure. What is it?"

"Do you know if your mom has plans tomorrow night?"

Zara thinks a minute then says, "Not unless Massimo needs her for a flight. Sometimes it's last minute."

I pull out my phone and swipe the screen. Then I send a text to him.

Me:Does Chanel have to work tomorrow night or Tuesday?

Massimo:Why should I tell you?

Me:Stop being a dick. Holding a grudge doesn't suit you.

Massimo:No. She's free.

Me:Thanks.

Massimo:If you fuck with her, I'll kill you.

Me:Thanks for thinking so highly of me.

Massimo:Just giving you a fair warning.

Me:Noted.

I set my phone down. I state, "Massimo says she's free."

"And?" Zara asks.

"I have another favor," I confess.

"What?" She shoves a roll into her mouth and then groans. She utters, "So good."

I chuckle. "Told you."

She chews, swallows, then takes a sip of water. She wipes her mouth with a napkin and drills her greens into me. "What's the favor?"

"Can you stay with your grandparents tomorrow night?" I request.

"Why?"