Harry looked at the four plane tickets in his hand, and a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth without his consent.
Alice had accepted to go with him to Italy after all. He had every right to be elated.
God he loved that girl!
There was no girl like Alice –none. She was a goddess in his eyes, and not just because she was a sight for sore eyes. She was shy but strong, kind but hard-headed, clever but innocent… she was perfectly imperfect.
There was no describing the love he felt for her… he was more than simply infatuated.
He could look at her all day long, and listen to her sweet melodic voice for hours on end, without getting bored. He was that fascinated, that whipped, that obsessed.
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Alice, on the other hand, kept wondering how and why she had decided
