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One by one, they came over, curious and polite, openly assessing the woman who had married into the Santoro name.
“This is Lena,” Alessia said more than once, hand light on my arm. “Niccolò’s wife.”
“We’ve heard so much about you,” one of the aunts said, smiling.
“All good things, I hope.”
“Mostly,” another cousin added, and the group around us laughed.
I smiled through the introductions, repeating names I knew I would forget later. The house was warm, crowded, and lively in a way that felt almost overwhelming after the quiet of the coastal town.
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