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Matteo's POV
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It has been two days since the trial, Mom and Dad decided to throw a party. I walked into her room to meet my love struggling with her zip, a cute frown etched on her face as she struggled frustratingly to pull it up. She stopped as if sensing my presence and turned to me. "Don't laugh at me," she said slowly, glaring at me. Her voice had improved a little bit and the scar on her cheek was fading but one could still see it from a close distance.
"You need help?" I walked up to her, she slowly nodded her head and turned her back to face me. Her fair and slender back faced me, I slowly tugged at her zip to zip it up and my fingers brushed her skin.