{ Liam }"No, dear, we're not usually this nice," my father replies with a chuckle, "You're special, of course. Our prisoner of honor.""Wow, thank you very much," she replies with a forced smile, "What do you want to know, Fidel? Although, we could wait for the hard questions until after we’ve eaten. I have all day. And tomorrow, and the next...""How do you feel about that, dear? To finally be following Fate's plan?" my father asks, narrowing his eyes and resting his face on his hand to give her his full attention, "I mean, everyone here knows that was never your intention."I can see Isabella's jaw clench for a second and she shoots me a reproachful look."Have you been spreading our business with everyone?" she asks me directly. Her eyes finally have some fire behind them."Not with everyone, just with my family," I answer, pointing to the men at the table, "They know everything. Or did you just expect me to sink into misery without talking it over with anyone?”"I did," she spits
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