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Chapter 27

Auteur: Amy Robert
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Arielle's POV

That was the first time I had seen a genuine smile on his face. I didn't even say much to get that kind of reaction from him.

With a sigh, I neatly folded the corporate clothes back into my bag, and then grabbed a crop top and shorts. After dressing up, I came outside to meet Mario who was waiting by my door.

"Good morning," I greeted, hoping he wouldn't be as annoying as Alessio.

And he wasn't.

He smiled. "Morning. I was instructed to take you to the dining hall. You can follow me."

I followed behind him, walking down a large hallway of marble floors adorned with paintings hung on the walls and expensive ceramic wares at specific positions.

There were several workers tending to one service or another. Having a better view of the interior of the building, I concluded in my mind that it was a castle.

It was magnificent! I wondered what actually went on here.

As we arrived at the large familiar dining hall, Luciano and his grandfather were already seated for breakfast. M
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