She looked up from her plate, a forkful of pasta hovering mid-air. Her eyebrows rose slightly."What do you want to know?"He chuckled in a low, genuine sound and spread his hands wide, palms up."Everything."Beatrice laughed and shook her head, waving her fork at him "Everything? That's a pretty big request.""Then let's start with something easy." Alessandro rested his chin on his hand, his fingers drumming lightly against his jaw. His eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Where are you from?"Beatrice paused for a moment, her fork lowering slowly. She chewed her lip, her gaze dropping to the table as she pushed a stray piece of asparagus around her plate. She had answered that question many times before."I'm from different places," she said carefully, her voice softer now. She lifted her shoulders in a small, defensive shrug. "My family moved around a lot when I was growing up."Alessandro nodded slowly, his hand lowering from his chin to cup his glass."That must have been exciting
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