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I groan, knowing she used that word just to wind me up. Instead of rising to the taunt, I turn my attention to the pizza dough on the counter. I already heated my oven to the highest temperature possible along with the pizza stone, so I get to work stretching the dough.

Once stretched, I layer it with toppings and place it on my pizza peel. I then transfer the pizza into the oven. While I wait for it to cook, I open a bottle of Catalanesca white wine from the region of Italy I grew up in, pouring two glasses.

I carry them into the living room and clear my throat. "Wine?" I ask.

She smiles and nods, sitting up straighter. "Yes, thank you."

I pass the glass into her hand and sit down next to her. "Pizza will be ready in a few minutes." I grab the remote for the TV and turn it on, switching straight to Netflix. "What kind of movie shall we watch?"

Eva shrugs. "Anything but a chick flick."

My brow furrows. "Why's that?"

She rolls her eyes. "Natalya, Azira, and Adrianna attempted to conver