“You let me pick the next song.”

He looked up. And there she was. Diana stood on her second-floor balcony, a dish towel still in her hand, her hair loose for once, not in its work ponytail. She wasn’t laughing. She wasn’t pointing. She was just… listening.

Frankie smiled—a real one, not the rehearsed kind. “Deal.”

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“You let me pick the next song.”

He looked up. And there she was. Diana stood on her second-floor balcony, a dish towel still in her hand, her hair loose for once, not in its work ponytail. She wasn’t laughing. She wasn’t pointing. She was just… listening. power of love madonna

Frankie smiled—a real one, not the rehearsed kind. “Deal.” “You let me pick the next song