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that him?" Hazel asked. Then she too slumped in her seat when Luca looked in their direction.
    Della was nodding vigorously.
    "Nice, really nice," Hazel whispered. "He is dressed semi-formally and he has a lady with him who is dressed to the nines. They must be going out to someplace--really posh."
    Della peeped up from her seat. "That's her," she signed. "The girlfriend."
    "She looks okay," Hazel said noncommittally. "You made it sound as if she was impressive or something."
    "She is impressive," Della signed.
    "Well...I guess." Hazel shrugged. "I still say you have a chance. They are going out. Maybe to a party?"
    "Follow them!" Della mouthed and pointed to the car.
    Hazel visibly blanched. "No."
    "Yes," Della signed. "Come on. You wanted an adventure; this is it."
    "When did I tell you that I wanted an adventure?" Hazel hissed. "I just said I would take you to 112 Norbrook Drive. I didn't know that this was going to be a stakeout or a car chase."
    Luca's vehicle pulled out of the driveway and the gates opened automatically.
    "Don't let him get away," Della signed but she was so excited she was practically twitching in her seat. It was her chance to finally learn more about Luca.
    "Okay, okay." Hazel started the car and turned in the cul-de-sac. She followed Luca’s vehicle at a measured pace, trying not to drive too close to him but always keeping him in her sight. The traffic was very light, which made it easier.
    "I wonder if she lives with him," Hazel asked, "or if they are just dating?"
    Della shrugged. She hoped they were neither living together nor dating, but this was definitely proof that Luca and the lady were into something and as usual, the familiar jealousy was not far away.
    They followed the SUV through the neighborhood as he turned onto the main road and toward Manor Park.
    Hazel grunted. "I did not sign up for this; man chasing is not in my nature."
    Della laughed, clapping her hand on her leg. Though Hazel was trying to sound grumpy it was obvious that she was enjoying the interlude to an otherwise boring holiday.
    "He's turning toward Stony Hill," Hazel said, excitement lacing her voice. "Della, you owe me big time. I think he is going to Rizzle."
    "Rizzle?" Della mouthed.
    "Yup. He is going to Rizzle." Hazel murmured. "It is a very exclusive restaurant owned by the Deckers and they are having a charity function today where the philanthropists and the people who can afford it pledge money to the Deckers' charity, Hands for Help--they have a fabulous view that overlooks the city."
    "How'd you know about it?" Della asked when Hazel glanced at her.
    "Because of  Baron. They invite him to functions that involve him donating funds. He had to pass on this one because he is not feeling well. And I basically know everything about the Deckers. They stole my son, remember. I know that they own Rizzle."
    Hazel stopped the car. "You know what? We should go to Rizzle today. I have two invitations. Mr. and Mrs. Baron. It was even done in gold lettering."
    It was Della's turn to protest.
    "I am not dressed."
    Hazel laughed. "That's why we are going back home to change. My clothes will be a tad short on you but they will have to do."
    "My boobs are bigger too." Della pointed to her breasts.
    "So we improvise." Hazel started the car and headed back down the hill. "You can spy on Luca and I can spy on the Deckers. It's perfect."
     
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    They reached Rizzle almost an hour later. Della had had difficulty putting together an outfit from Hazel's closet. Hazel was petite at 5' 3" and she was 5' 10". Every dress had been too short and fitted her oddly.
    She had finally found a lemon yellow A-line dress which was made of the softest suede material. It fit her a little bit too perfectly. The bust was snug. Hazel had thrown a scarf around Della's neck, which served the dual purpose of covering her scar and a good portion of her bust.
    She had no problems fitting into a pair of Hazel's strappy sandals. They had always