Evelyn's POV:Dante stared at Renzo and me for a long time. "This isn't over," he said, then walked out.That night, after I got Sophia to sleep, Renzo knocked on my door."Want to have dinner with me? I think you owe me a proper talk."I nodded. We really did have a lot to say to each other.Once I'd made sure all of Sophia's readings were stable, I followed him downstairs to the dining room.The table was set with pumpkin ravioli, lemon-thyme roast chicken, and a caramel apple tart, all my favorites from college.Every year, Dante took me to a Michelin-starred restaurant for our anniversary. He loved dry-aged steak, strong red wine, and private rooms that showed off his status. He never noticed I barely touched the steak he ordered for me."You still remember all this?""Every time you finished an exam, you'd go to the restaurant behind campus and order the exact same thing."Renzo and I met in an art history elective in college.Back then, he never mentioned the Vassallo family. He
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