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ROXANNE POV

The SUV eventually pulled into a quiet plaza lined with umbrellas and blooming flowers.

The restaurant ahead had a cozy outdoor setup with white stone tables and smooth wooden chairs.

The air smelled of fresh bread and grilled herbs, and the buzz of quiet conversation and clinking cutlery floated around us.

As we stepped out, Angelina looked up at me, her stomach already grumbling.

"Can we eat here? Please, Roxie?"

I smiled and ran my hand through her soft curls, brushing a flyaway strand behind her ear. "Of course. Let’s eat."

We picked a table under a striped umbrella, shaded just enough from the sun but still catching a soft breeze that danced with the scent of garlic and thyme.

Angelina ordered something off the kids’ menu after a dramatic internal debate between pasta and pizza. I settled on a light chicken salad and lemonade.

Halfway through her spaghetti, she dropped her fork and leaned forward, resting her chin in her hands. "I wish Daddy could’ve come too."

I
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