Being the wife of such a man wouldn’t be such a bad thing, mused Katie, even if it meant giving up her lifelong dream of being an actress. Being Mrs. Dante Sabattini would be vastly preferable, for example, than working in some boring office or selling designer clothing to some snotty rich bitch or going back to any sort of school.
It wouldn’t be easy, of course, mused Katie. She’d hurt him badly, and he had been furious when he’d walked out on her that night. She would have to carefully consider the best way and time to approach him, and, more importantly, would have to deliver the acting performance of her life to convince him of her regret in ending their relationship.
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