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★EMILY'S POV★

“You're so fucking jealous,” Alejandro muttered, whilst chuckling.

My gaze narrowed into mere slits. “Why would you say that, Al?”

“I saw the way you look at that waitress. Trust me, I wasn't even fazed by all that she was doing. My eyes are meant only for you, Emily, and I want you to know that.”

Moving my leg beneath the table