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Ninety-One: Deal, again.

Author: Sohneeyah.
last update Last Updated: 2024-12-20 23:59:13

CHAPTER NINETY-ONE:

Natalia's POV:

Fine.

I wouldn't ask Carlo.

The whole evening I spent with the others after Caterina called us down, it has been the only thing on my mind.

Because while Angela may have been edgy about it, I still needed to know the kind of man Carlo was, who his parents were and why they are a sore topic for him.

After pondering on it for almost half an hour, I finally came to one conclusion; my curiosity wasn't that important, well, it was, actually. But it seemed like a sensitive topic and I wasn't one to be insensitive.

Maybe I could find a way to ease him into it? Man, I dunno…

Moments later, after all snacks had been exhausted and they were all deep in a conversation, Tanya tapped me. “Can you lend me that headband”

I frowned, suddenly feeling disoriented as I was so lost in thought that I'd zoomed out of reality. “Headband? Which one?”

“The green one, obviously,” She said it like I was supposed to know without her saying it. “Since Angela said she'd take m
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Lmarie Rai
Why doesn't she ask Carlo instead.??
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Laura
Bad move, she shouldn’t have trusted him.
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