AVELINA’S POV As I stand in front of the mirror, smoothing my dress, I feel how soft and loose it is around my waist. A lot has changed since I became pregnant. Allessandro has updated my wardrobe, giving me new choices. He watches me from the doorway, looking distracted. “You shouldn’t stare at me like that,” I say softly. “I have to,” he replies. “You look pretty.” I laugh. “I’m just going out for dinner.” “This is your first outing since we got the news about the baby,” he says, adjusting his shirt. “You’re acting like it’s a big deal.” “It is.” His hand rests on my lower back, grounding and warm. When he leads me outside, the cool night air brushes against my skin, fragrant with the sea. The car is waiting, and the guards stand discreet but close. He opens the door for me, as he always does. Genoa is alive with energy. Laughter and soft music spill out from the restaurant as people go about their evening. For the first time, I don’t feel like an outsider. The
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