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9: Rome

ON THE NEXT MORNING.

"Get up, darling." Margaret patted me on the shoulder. "Breakfast is ready. I was told to wake you, you will leave early."

God, that was right. We were going for a walk in Rome.

Apparently Richard wasn't bluffing.

"Okay, okay ... I'm getting up." I muttered in my sleep.

After a few minutes I had to get up.

I went into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, straightened my hair, put on jeans and a white one-shoulder tank top, and went downstairs.

There really was breakfast in the kitchen. And not just breakfast. There was a lot of food on the table.

"Good morning, darling." Margaret greeted me.

"Good morning. Are we all going to have breakfast?" I asked.

"Oh, no. Richie's already had breakfast, and so is John. It's for you. Richard wanted me to do anything for you because he didn't know what you liked."

There really was everything on the table. Pancakes with different types of syrups to them. Scrambled eg

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