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</span>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 0, 0)">Rafael wasn’t sure what today would bring. His anxiety was already running high as today was the grand opening, but he had to also get through this morning. He was unsure of the guilt of his actions from the previous night would be easy to spot on his face. Of course, he knew Danielle would have her suspicions, but would she listen to her gut was the true question. He awoke to hear her in the kitchen with their daughter and his chest clenched in worry. Rafael could feel the guilt in his stomach bubbling amongst the rest of his nerves, but he tried to remain calm as he approached the kitchen.<br/>
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Danielle was making breakfast and he could see she had not laid out a plate for him, more than likely suspecting that he would’ve been gone by now. He could only assume that by the look of shock on her face as she turned to see him giving a kiss to his daughter on the cheek.<br/>
“Good morning,” Rafael said, testing the waters. He was careful as he moved in for a kiss to Danielle’s cheek. She softened under his embrace and leaned in slightly before she seemed to catch herself. She was still upset and if she knew what he'd done last night, she would have every right to be angry. Rafael thought about his invitation to spend tonight with Aven. Though, considering Danielle’s attitude, it made him less worried. It was a terrible sick feeling. What was he doing?<br/>
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“Will you still be attending the opening?” He asked her as he moved to make himself some coffee. He didn’t want to have that on his mind while he was too focused on everyone else. Prepare – it was something he had become accustomed to while juggling the two women before. This was a bit different of course; Aven was aware that what they had . . . what they were trying to figure out at least.<br/>
“Of course. I wouldn't miss your big day.”<br/>
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Rafael couldn't say if he was happy to hear that or not. He was conflicted. Was Danielle playing with him in the same way he was playing with her? He knew she had the capabilities of taking care of herself if they divorced and she had the helping of her family to support her, but that didn’t mean that a divorce was ever pretty. With him opening up the new restaurant and his funds still tied in the ever growing and successful restaurant in New York, he'd definitely be on the receiving end of this divorce.<br/>
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He didn’t bother thinking too much into that as the restaurant came into view. Rafael was glad that his team had their heads in the game, and it was easier to fall back into his routine. With little effort he found Aven moving about in the kitchen. He was later than he would’ve liked but that was going to be his only hiccup of the day. Rafael headed toward his office and changed into his chef’s coat before he started inspecting each department. The other side of being the owner meant he didn’t get to spend all his time in the kitchen, but he eyed Aven who he knew would keep a firm grasp of control while he handled the other side of operations: making sure the layout of the tables was correct, the music was handled and the staff was up to par. The front of the house was just as important, and Rafael had gone through a lot of candidates. He wasn’t surprised by the many that had chosen to opt out of going through his rigorous application process.<br/>
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He headed back toward the kitchen to catch Aven's attention and maybe he was a bit greedy of it from the night before.<br/>
“How're things going with the menu?” he asked while they were in the hallway near the walk in. Of course, he had other things he wanted to ask her. He tried to read her nerves as anything but because of the opening. Would her beloved Sebastian be making an appearance? Or had Aven’s news caused a change in plans?<br/>
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