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"Almost," she answered, her back to him as she looked down at the contents of the pot. With a smooth movement, Fleur moved the fish from the pan she'd used earlier into the pot. "A few minutes at most."

This was the first time she'd tried to make this particular recipe, and she hoped that it would be successful. It certainly smelled like a success - the spicy aroma wafted from the stove was making her mouth water.

Fleur took another sip of the wine, then stepped back and returned to the dining room to join Bill in setting the table. She saw that he'd basically taken care of it. Instead, she grabbed the vase of roses and placed it in the center.

"Oh, dessert. It is tira misu," She leaned against the door frame. "Not home made. From that bakery we liked a few months ago."