Zoya's POV Vito pulled up smoothly to the curb of the spa and dropped us off. “Give me one hour to wrap everything up,” he said. “I’ll join you girls shortly.”“Uncle Vito, are you going to paint your nails?” Emilia asked, her voice bright with mischief.“If you want me to, then I will,” Vito replied, a warm smile crinkling the corners of his eyes.I noticed him lift his hand slightly toward her, as though he wanted to touch her, before he thought better of it and placed it back on the steering wheel. “Will we paint every finger a different color?” Emilia asked again, bouncing lightly on her toes.“Yes, Emilia, every finger a different color,” Vito answered, his smile deepening.“I’ll call you when I arrive,” he said. I nodded, my heart giving a small flutter.He was about to drive away when I leaned through the open window and kissed him softly. His lips were warm, and the light brush of his stubble tickled my skin. Emilia’s delighted giggles floated beside me like tiny bubbles.“S
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