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his brows suddenly lifted. "Wait—you're Angel Caribello?" I nodded, smiling politely. His mouth parted. "Dio mio, you really are an Angel, amorè —even more stunning in person. Raul, I'm definitely showing up for your wedding this time." I giggled. He was over-the-top but charming. Raul scoffed. "That's if you get an invitation." "Uptight much?" Bianco huffed, then turned to me, his smile mischievous. "If this jerk doesn't invite me, you'll invite me, right, darling?" I burst out laughing, heartily this time, and felt their eyes lock on me again—Raul's hand slid to my waist, his grip tightening possessively, a silent claim that set my skin tingling. "Of course, Bianco," I said
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