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Stella's POV
I had been receiving mysterious notes from the gorgeous stranger for an entire week now. The same man I was certain I would never encounter again had somehow found a way to slip back into my daily routine.
His messages contained bold suggestions and flirtatious comments, yet he had not set foot in my boutique once. Instead, his nephew Atlas served as his messenger, appearing every afternoon with folded papers. On that very first day, I cornered the young man until he confessed his uncle had recruited him for this task. He even showed me a photograph to prove it. That confirmed my suspicions about who was behind these notes.
