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Chapter Forty-Two: The meeting

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Damiano's POV

The waiter finally arrived, notebook in hand, eyes flicking from Alessia to me like he wasn’t sure if he should interrupt whatever… this was.

“Good afternoon. What can I get you both?”

I didn’t even glance at the menu. “We’ll take the house special for two.”

Alessia’s head whipped toward me so fast I thought she would snap her neck. “Actually—” she cut in, her smile so wide it looked painful, “I’ll have the seafood risotto.”

Seriously? Again?

The waiter blinked. “Uh… right. And for you, sir?”

I tilted my head, eyes narrowing on her as she kept that fake, too-bright smile plastered across her face.

“The house special,” I repeated smoothly, not looking at the waiter this time but at her.

She pressed her lips together, clearly trying not to scowl in front of our audience. “I said risotto,” she hissed under her breath, low enough for only me to hear.

“And I said house special,” I countered in the same tone, letting a smirk tug at the corner of my mouth.

The waiter’s pen ho
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