Marco

As Becca sets the dining table, I begin clearing up in the kitchen, but she interrupts me.

"I said I'll handle that. Go put yourself together; they'll be here any moment now," she insists.

"I'm almost done," I protest, not wanting to leave her with all the work.

"Marco Lorenzo!!!" she exclaims, using my full name to emphasize her point.

"Wow, I'm off. Please don't forget the wine," I say with a grin, heading out of the kitchen.

"Done," Becca confirms, her voice trailing after me.

I quickly tidy myself up and make my way to the living room just as the doorbell rings. Becca flashes me a knowing smile as she goes to answer it.

"Hey, Marco!" Giovanni greets me with a warm embrace as he enters, followed by Flora.

"Hey, Giovanni. Flora, it's good to see you," I reply, returning the embrace.

"Thanks for having us over," Flora says with a smile, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"It's our pleasure. Come on in," I say, gesturing for them to follow me to the dining table.

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