GIANNA'S POV She grumbled more as Alfonso gently guided her toward the exit. "Come on, little one. Let's get you upstairs." She took his hand but turned back one more time, her bottom lip jutting out. "This isn't fair." "I love you, honey," Dante called behind her, his voice carrying across the room. She glanced back, her expression softening. "Love you too, Dad. Love you, Mom." She trudged away with Alfonso, glancing back every few steps as if hoping we'd change our minds. Once she disappeared through the doors, Dante pulled me back into his arms. The music had shifted to a more intimate tune, wrapping around us like silk. We swayed together in silence for a moment, just existing in each other's presence, before I spoke. "Is there a chance you could ever forgive Selene?" His body went rigid against mine. "Not a chance in hell." I'd expected that answer, but hearing the finality in his voice still sent a chill through me. "She put your life at risk." His grip on me tightene
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