Dante’s POVThe walk down the grand, sweeping staircase of the villa took twice as long as it should have, mostly because I couldn't keep my hands off my wife.Isabella was wearing a simple, flowing white sundress that caught the morning breeze, but to me, she had never looked more dangerous. Every time she took a step, the faint, purpling marks I had left along her collarbone peeked out from beneath the thin straps of her dress. I kept my hand firmly pressed to the small of her back, my thumb stroking her spine as we made our way out to the sun-drenched courtyard.The long, rustic wooden table was already overflowing with food. My mother, Serena, was at the far end, wiping maple syrup off the table while Elara was happily destroying a towering stack of pancakes, her face completely covered in sticky syrup.Romeo was sitting near the center of the table, looking like a man who had slept for a total of ten minutes but had never felt better. He was wearing a casual linen shirt, his ar
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