Ashes Of Desire
For now, that felt like enough reason to stay quiet.
Dinner passed in easy elegance — lake fish, garden herbs, fine wine, Alex's hand resting on her thigh beneath the table the entire meal. "This is what I fought for," he said softly. "You. The villa. Peace."
Luca and Giuseppe traded one brief, wordless glance across the room. The half-formed doubts lingered in both of them, small off-notes threaded through memories referenced with warmth that felt just slightly recalibrated from what either man actually remembered. But Alex's happiness sat plain and undeniable on his face, and for the household, that closed the conversation before it opened. Lila, joining for dessert, felt the undercurrent
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