"Marco ... I want to ask you something," I said, my voice soft. The man placed the book he was reading onto the sofa side table.Marco looked at me, his eyes filled with concern. "What is it, darling?"I took a deep breath, trying to figure out how to phrase my question. "Do I look like your mother?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.Marco looked surprised and confused. "Why do you ask?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.I felt my cheeks flush and I looked down. "Your father told me this morning," I said, my voice barely above a whisper."I will answer on one condition that you tell me the truth about why you want me so much, as you said a while ago," he said, his voice full of teasing."Alright," I agreed."My mother was beautiful, but you're more beautiful than her."I felt a warm feeling spread through my chest at his words. But I still wasn't satisfied. "But you said I remind you of your mother," I said, my voi
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