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ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTEEN.

Author: Dream Shadow
last update Last Updated: 2023-08-03 11:18:34

We all gather around the dining table for dinner. Alessandro at the head of the table, myself at his right, Savannah at my left and Mrs DeLuca straight across from me.

I watch as she flicks her wrists, unfolding the white cotton napkin and draping it over her knees, my eyes slightly narrowing into thin lines of irritation.

Our gazes connect as she raises her head, and plasters a phony-ass smile across her wrinkled old face. My nails tap over the tabletop in a galloping motion, and she picks up her glass of red wine and takes a sip, her gaze fixed above the rim.

I don't hide the look of scorn that flashes through my eyes. “Alessandro.” I hum with my gaze never leaving hers.

“Si, amore mio.” He answers thickly.

“Have you had the chance to tell Savannah the good news yet?” I ask with a smirk tugging on the corner of my mouth.

“Good news?” Savannah pipes up, leaning over the table to look at Alessandro. “What good news?” She inquiries with excitement.

Alessandro chuckles at Sav
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