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Chapter 25 - Endless love

The woman had smooth, black hair, gathered at the back of her head in a neat bun, delicate facial features, and huge, sad, dark brown eyes under the graceful arches of eyebrows. She smiled sincerely and warmly. In this smile, there was not even a hint of flirtation or female interest in a handsome man. Just the joy of seeing a friend. Defne grasped this with a sixth sense and, instantly calmed down, watched with interest the meeting of her husband with an old acquaintance. Judging by the clothes, expensive, impeccably elegant, but not flashy, full of dignity gestures, she belonged to those people whose aristocracy is inherent in genes and is passed down from generation to generation.

"Hello," she greeted Omer. - Very glad to see you.

"I'm glad too," he shook her hand and let go. Laura looked at Defne and Omer proudly introduced her: "My wife, Defne," he squeezed a sharp elbow. "Beloved, meet Countess Laura Cesare."

"Just Laura," she smiled warmly and extended Defne a small hand.

Defne, the first time she met a real countess, automatically answered the handshake and smiled bewildered and a little embarrassed.

- Nice to meet you.

"I'm also very happy," Laura replied. "I thought that when Omer truly falls in love, a sun-girl will be his chosen one." And I was not mistaken.

Defne blushed. Omer, seeing her embarrassment, hugged his wife by the shoulders and, looking into her face, supported the old acquaintance:

- You're right. I am incredibly lucky. I fell in love with an angel.

The phone vibrated in his pocket. Having pulled it out and looking at the screen, Omer frowned and turned to the Italian:

- Laura, I'm sorry! I have an important meeting in ten minutes. Need to run. Let's meet later and talk.

"Great idea," she agreed. - Come with Defne to my house in the evening. I'll make dinner.

Omer looked inquiringly at his wife. She nodded in agreement, and he immediately confirmed her nod with the words:

- Good. We are pleased to accept your invitation. From my student days, I remember that your dishes are something!

With a smile, Laura thanked for the compliment and named the address. It was one of the residential areas of Milan. A good area, but not at all where high society lives. Omer raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"You don't live in your husband's house?"

She shook her head and answered:

"We got divorced ... it's a long story ... we'll talk about everything in the evening." No need to be late for a meeting. Milanese does not like this.

"I remember," Omer flashed a smile, "it's true, my meeting is with a Frenchman, but that does not give me the right to be non-punctual. Until the evening! Beloved," he turned to Defne. - I ran.

Defne straightened his tie with her usual gesture and nodded:

- Come on go! I keep my fingers crossed!

Omer kissed her fingers clenched in a fist and with a quick step went inside the gallery. Both girls looked after him, and then looked at each other.

"I've never seen Omer so happy before," Laura said. - And I am very happy about that. Marrying you, Defne is the best thing that could happen to him.

Defne turned her eyes and jokingly raised her eyebrows.

"Allah, how glad I am to hear that." You are the first Italian woman familiar to Omer who rejoices in his marriage.