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Mateo’s POV

I had instructed the chef to prepare a feast.

Lobster bisque. Truffle risotto. Wagyu beef. The kind of meal that Galante probably couldn't even pronounce properly.

I sat at the head of the long table. The room was bathed in the warm glow of two dozen candles.

"They are ready, sir." The housekeeper said as she stepped back.

Isabella walked in first.

She had changed out of her clothes into the green silk gown I had laid out for her. It hung a little loose on her now as she was thinner
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