Ava "Let's go," Riccardo said softly, his hand brushing against mine. It was a simple gesture, but it meant a lot."We're finished here." Without waiting for me to reply, he guided me out of the room, the tension from the evening still lingering. But as I walked next to him, I felt certain of one thing: this was just the start. The house was now silent, the clinking of dishes and soft chatter replaced by a heavy stillness after dinner. Everyone had left, but the tension from the meal hung in the air like a thick fog. I found myself wandering through the mansion, my mind replaying the conversations—about heirs, expectations, and what they wanted from me. From us. I barely noticed Riccardo when he walked into the kitchen. It wasn't until he spoke that I jumped, surprised. He stood in the doorway, backlit by the dim hallway light, his face unreadable. "Figured you might be here," he said, his voice low, but there was an icy undertone. Maybe it was the frustration from dinner still han
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