Mike leaned forward slightly, his voice cutting through the tension at the table.“Should I start?” he asked, his tone carrying that usual edge of authority and Matteo shook his head almost immediately, lifting a hand as if to slow things down.“Maybe not, let me handle this,” he said calmly before turning his attention to me and his gaze softened just a little.“Sofia, you look beautiful tonight.”I exhaled sharply, already feeling the weight of whatever conversation they were trying to have.“Can we skip the compliments and get to the point?” I said, folding my arms.“Told you,” Michael muttered under his breath, a smirk tugging at his lips.Luca shifted closer, his expression more serious than I’d ever seen it and he reached for my hand, gently threading his fingers through mine like he was grounding himself as much as me.“We just… want to know how you’ve been feeling since the last time we were together,” he said carefully, choosing each word like it mattered.My stomach tightene
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