Fina’s POVBy the time he dragged me out for lunch, I was still simmering.Not just angry, wounded in a way I didn’t want to admit.The sun hit my bare legs the moment we stepped outside, the breeze teasing the hem of my shorts. I felt exposed, underdressed, and completely unprepared for whatever waited ahead.And then I saw Valentina. Seated like she owned the place.She didn’t even try to hide it, the way her gaze lifted, slow and deliberate, dragging over me like she was measuring, comparing… judging.And beside her sat a man, relaxed but watchful, like he knew exactly how this would play out.I stopped walking, but Dario didn’t.His hand tightened around mine, firm, unyielding, pulling me forward like I didn’t have a choice—which, truthfully, I didn’t.A chair scraped, he pulled one out for me, and I didn’t look at him.I didn’t look at anyone, I just sat.If they expected me to shrink, to feel small in front of her… They were going to be disappointed.Silence stretched across the
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