Renzo tapped his small chin, thinking it over before replying. “They are… nice,” he said, then looked at Rosa with a bright smile. “And Nonna Luciana is so good to you. She even cooks for you.”Rosa's heart swelled, and she ruffled his dark hair affectionately as a tender smile graced her lips. “Yes, they are very nice. And you know, Nonno Edoardo was actually my grandfather’s childhood friend.”“Really?” Renzo's eyes went wide with pure eagerness.“Yes, sweetie,” she replied softly.“Tell me more!”Rosa pressed her lips together, her face lighting up with playful excitement. “Okay, come with me to the kitchen. I will tell you some stories about my childhood while I prepare lunch.”“Okay, but I want pizza!” Renzo negotiated quickly.Rosa let out a soft sigh, a chuckle escaping her. She should have known. “Okay, baby,” she said, kissing the top of her son's head.Hand in hand, the two of them began walking toward the kitchen.*In the evening, Luciano searched for Rosa’s number in his
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