The Reluctant Romantic

Valentin’s POV

I turned at the sound of the voice to see that it was Camilla, owner of the salsa bar and my sometimes business partner.

She slid into the seat, crossing one leg over the other, her red nails tapping lazily against the table. “Like I said when you walked into the bar, when I saw the wedding photos, I thought someone had paid a very good Photoshop artist.”

I didn’t bother responding