Their eyes met. He lifted a brow, tapping ash from his cigarette.They had just seen each other that morning, but Lucia looked different now—older, sharper, with a fierce clarity in her gaze that hadn’t been there when she was younger.Lucia blinked, stunned. “You…”The CEO of Gusto Group, Gusto Castro, was in the room, so she couldn’t mention Damiano’s name out loud.“Signorina Bianchi?” Gusto stood. “Could you give us just a moment? We—”“No need for that.” Damiano closed the brochure calmly. “You two can talk.”Gusto glanced between them. Before he could reply—Gusto's eyes moved between them. Before he could answer, Damiano added, “She’s like a sister to me. You can talk to her first.”Sister?Damiano—the distinguished heir of San Celestino—had just called her his sister?Inwardly, Gusto was shouting in disbelief, but outwardly he stayed composed.“I see. My apologies for not coming down to greet you, Signorina Bianchi. Please, sit.”Lucia sat, calm and elegant.After a moment’s t
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