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Chapter Eleven – A New Face at the Table

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The De Luca mansion glimmered that evening, polished to perfection as if the marble itself were trying to impress someone important. Servants moved like shadows—swift, silent, and nervous—under the sharp voice of Caterina De Luca. She had been orchestrating this dinner for days, a chance to restore dignity to the family name after Isabella’s quiet act of rebellion. Tonight, no one would be allowed to forget who the De Lucas were.

Isabella had been in her room most of the afternoon, pretending to read, though her mind refused to focus on any line. The house was a symphony of orders—“Polish the silver!”, “Light the candles!”, “Where are the Burgundy glasses?”—each command sharpening her headache. She knew this wasn’t a dinner for celebration. It was a stage, and she was a prop.

When the clock chimed eight, she finally descended the staircase. Every head turned. Even Caterina paused mid-sentence, her lips tightening before curving into something that might have passed for a smile.

“Darli
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