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13: THERE'S STILL HOPE

Author: Glittering gold
last update Last Updated: 2024-12-05 19:52:11

ELARA’S POV

“Elara, my dear!” Mr. Deluca’s warm voice boomed as soon as he spotted me. His white hair seemed even more prominent than the last time I saw him. Without hesitation, he wrapped me in a firm hug, the scent of his cologne mingling with the faint aroma of Italian food wafting through the restaurant.

“How have you been?” he asked, his thick Italian accent adding charm to his words.

“I’ve been well,” I said with a soft smile.

“You’ve grown so much, Bella!” he declared, stepping back to get a good look at me, his eyes twinkling with genuine affection.

I chuckled. “The last time you saw me was only two months ago. Do you think I’ve really grown that much in such a short time?”

“Oh, come now,” he replied with a wave of his hand. “Each time I see you and your brother, you both look more and more like your father”

Nico pulled out a chair for me, gesturing for me to sit beside him. Across the table, Mr. Deluca and Elliot, my brother, were already seated.

“But I’m the prettier versio
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