Chiara’s POV “Why were you kissing him?” Luca’s question cut straight through the silence, sharp and innocent at the same time. His face was scrunched in confusion, like he could not quite piece together what he had just seen. I opened my mouth, but no words came out. What could I possibly say to a child who had just walked in on his mother kissing a man he barely knew? Lorenzo recovered first. He crouched down to Luca’s level, steady and calm, like he was handling something fragile. “Well, piccolo… that’s a very good question. Do you think I shouldn’t kiss your mamma?” he asked, glancing briefly at me. Luca crossed his arms over his chest, his small lips pushing into a stubborn pout. “Yes. Only me and Sofia can kiss Mamma,” he declared. Lorenzo’s lips twitched, amusement slipping through despite himself. I stayed where I was, frozen between stepping in or letting this strange moment play out. “Hm,” Lorenzo hummed, rubbing his jaw like he was considering a serious deal. “That d
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