The room felt unusually quiet. Kiara sat near the window, her phone resting in her hand, her fingers tapping nervously against its back. The soft sunlight filtered through the curtains, but it did nothing to calm the storm inside her. It had been two days.

Two days since Kavya had called her-her voice trembling between disbelief and happiness-telling her she had been selected. Selected to perform in Italy. Selected to step closer to her dream. Everything had gone so smoothly... almost too smoothly. But now came the hardest part.

Convincing Mrs. Dhani Rajput.

Kiara let out a slow breath, leaning her head back against the chair. "I said I'll handle it..." she muttered to herself softly. "So handle it, Kiara." But it wasn't that simple. She had already tried once-called her grandmother, tried to explain-but the call had been cut before she could even finish. Kavya had also spoken to her mother, explaining everything properly... but still, the answer was the same. No.

Kavya would not be allowed to travel alone. And Kiara knew very well-convincing her dadi sa was not something anyone could do easily. Her fingers tightened around the phone. So she played her last card. Her mother.

Taking a deep breath, she dialed the number. The phone rang twice before it was picked up.

"Hello kiara"

The familiar warmth in her mother's voice instantly softened Kiara's expression. "Mom..." Kiara said, her tone unconsciously lighter.

"Kiara, beta! How are you?" Meera's voice carried a gentle happiness, the kind only a mother's voice could hold.

"I'm good... how are you?" Kiara asked, curling her legs slightly as she settled more comfortably.

"I'm fine. Tell me, how is everything there? Are you taking care of yourself?" Meera asked, the concern evident.

Kiara smiled faintly. "Yes, Mom. Everything is good here."

They talked for a few minutes-simple things, small updates, little laughter... the kind of conversation that made distance feel a little less heavy. But Kiara's mind was still stuck on one thing. After a brief pause, her voice softened.

"Mom... I missed you."

There was silence for a second on the other side, then Meera's voice came, equally emotional.

"I missed you too, my baby."

Kiara swallowed slightly, then spoke gently-but deliberately. "Then come here... stay with me for some time."

Meera hesitated. "Beta... how can I come there? That's your sasural," ( in-law's home") she replied, her tone uncertain.

Kiara sat up straighter, her eyes sharpening slightly. "So what, Mom?" she said softly but firmly. "Can't you come to your daughter's home? Don't you feel like seeing where I live... how I live... whether I'm truly happy here or not?" Her words carried just the right amount of emotion.

Meera sighed. "It's not that I don't want to, Kiara... of course I do. But it's not that easy to travel so far," she said.

Kiara didn't give up. "It is easy, Mom," she insisted gently. "You just have to decide to come."

She paused, then added carefully, "And... Kavya aunt's dream... you know it, right? Kathak on an international level... her own dance academy..." Meera stayed silent. "This is her chance, Mom," Kiara continued softly. "She just needs to come here. But dadi sa won't send her alone... I know that. But if you come with her..."

She let the sentence hang. "You just have to tell dadi sa that you want to visit me... that you miss your daughter. That's all. She'll agree."

Meera hesitated again. "But Kiara-"

Kiara cut her off, her tone still soft but now slightly urgent. "Mom, please. If you don't convince dadi sa... then I'll have to talk to Dad." There was a shift in the air. "And you know," Kiara added carefully, "if Dad gets involved, he will somehow bring both you and Kavya aunt here... but then dadi sa and dada sa will get upset. You don't want that, right?"

There was silence on the other side for a few seconds-heavy, thoughtful. Then Meera let out a defeated sigh. "Alright... fine," she said. "I'll talk to maa sa. But you will not say anything to your father. Things are already tense here. Just recently, your dad and dadi sa had an argument."

Kiara frowned instantly, her concern replacing strategy. "Why? What happened?" she asked quickly.

Meera hesitated. "Well... actually, Krish got sick-"

"What?" Kiara's voice rose in shock, cutting her off. She stood up immediately, her heart skipping a beat. "Krish got sick? When? Why didn't anyone tell me?"

"Relax, Kiara," Meera said quickly, trying to calm her. "It's nothing serious. Just a mild fever."

But Kiara's worry didn't fade so easily. "Still, Mom..." she said, her voice softer now but filled with concern. "You should have told me."

Meera sighed again, this time more gently. "I wanted to," she admitted. "But your dad said you would only get worried. And honestly, it was just because of the weather change. Nothing serious."

She paused, then continued explaining, "I had to go to your dad's place because Krish kept calling me again and again. He wouldn't calm down. Your dad finally called and asked me to come. And when I reached there..." she let out a small, emotional laugh, "Krish didn't let go of my hand even for a second. He held onto me and slept. I had to stay there for two days to take care of him."

Kiara closed her eyes briefly, her chest tightening at the image. "And dadi sa?" she asked quietly.

"She got angry," Meera replied. "She shouted at your dad for calling me there."

Kiara exhaled slowly, the tension of the family dynamics settling heavily on her shoulders. "Mom..." she said softly, almost pleading now, "please don't hide things from me. Especially when it's about Krish."

"I know, beta," Meera said with guilt in her voice. "I won't next time."

There was a brief pause between them. Then Kiara gathered herself again, bringing the conversation back to its purpose. "Just... talk to dadi sa," she said quietly.

"I will," Meera assured. The call ended.

For a few seconds, Kiara didn't move. She just stood there, staring at her phone, her thoughts tangled between worry for Krish and the plan she had set into motion.

Then she let out a long breath.

"That's one step done..." she murmured to herself. But her eyes slowly sharpened. Because even now-she wasn't leaving anything to chance. A new idea had already formed in her mind. Without wasting another moment, she unlocked her phone again... and dialed another number. This time- Her move was more calculated.

___

The call connected within seconds. Kiara stood up from her seat, slowly walking toward the window again, her eyes fixed outside-but her mind was completely focused.

"Hello" A deep, familiar voice answered from the other side.

"Dad."

There was a brief pause-then warmth immediately filled his tone. "Kiara, beta. Is everything okay?"

For a second, her expression softened. No matter how strong she tried to act, there was always a certain comfort in hearing his voice. "Yes... everything is fine," she replied gently. "I just wanted to talk to you."

"Hmm," he hummed, sensing something more. "Tell me."

Kiara didn't rush this time. She knew her father-he wasn't like her mother. Emotions alone wouldn't work. She had to be careful, precise. "I talked to Mom," she began slowly.

"And?" he asked.

"She told me about Krish," Kiara said quietly.

There was silence on the other side for a second. "I was going to tell you," he replied calmly. "But it was nothing serious."

"You still should have told me," she said softly, not accusing-just stating.

Another pause. "I know," he admitted.

Kiara exhaled, then shifted the conversation exactly where she wanted. "Dad... Mom is with you, that time?"

"Yes."

"And dadi sa is already upset because of that?" she asked.

A faint chuckle came from the other side. "When is she not?" he said.

Kiara smiled slightly-but her eyes remained thoughtful. "Dad... what if Mom says she wants to visit me?"

This time, there was a longer pause. "What are you planning, Kiara?" he asked, his voice narrowing slightly-not suspicious, but curious.

Kiara smiled to herself. "Nothing wrong," she said calmly. "Just... I really miss Mom. And honestly, I want her to see where I live... how I am."

"And Kavya?" he asked directly.

Kiara froze for a fraction of a second. Of course he understood. "She got selected," Kiara said softly.

"I know," he replied.

Her eyes widened slightly. "You know?"

"I know everything happening in this family," he said simply.

Kiara shook her head slightly, a small smile appearing despite the tension. "Then you also know dadi sa won't send her alone."

"Yes."

And if Mom goes, dadi sa will agree," Kiara added carefully, her tone steady but hopeful.

There was a pause on the other end-longer this time, heavier, as if her father was weighing every angle. "Yeah... that has a ninety percent chance," he finally replied.

Kiara's eyes flickered with calculation. Then, quietly-but deliberately-she said, "But what if I say... I want Krish to come with them?"

Silence. Not just a pause-complete, stunned silence. Kiara could almost feel the shift through the phone.

"Kiara," her father said slowly, his voice now serious, "you know your dadi sa doesn't like Krish. She's already upset because your mother went to my place to take care of him. There is no way she will allow Kavya and your mom to travel with him."

Kiara turned slightly, staring out the window, her expression softening-but her mind remained sharp. "Who is going to tell her, Dad?" she replied quietly.

Another silence. "I really miss Krish..." she continued, her voice now carrying genuine emotion. "It's only been five months since my wedding. I can't come back so soon. And after hearing he was sick..." her voice trembled slightly, "I just want to see my baby brother."

Her grip tightened around the phone. "And it's good for him too, isn't it? To go somewhere outside India... to experience something new. He'll be with Mom and Kavya aunt. He'll be safe." She paused, then whispered softly, "Please, Dad." There was something in her tone this time-less strategy, more heart.

Her father exhaled slowly. "Okay..." he said after a moment. "What exactly have you planned?"

A small smile appeared on Kiara's lips-the kind that carried both innocence and mischief. "Well..." she said, her voice lowering slightly, "no one in the Rajput family will know that Krish is coming." Another pause-but this time, it carried a hint of amusement.

"It will be a secret... between you, me, and Arav bhai," she continued. "He will arrange everything. The tickets... Krish's travel... all of it. You just have to bring him to the airport when Mom and Kavya aunt leave."

She turned slightly, pacing slowly as she spoke. "Arav bhai will book Krish's ticket along with theirs. No one will suspect anything. They will think only Mom and Kavya aunt are traveling... and Krish will join them at airpot quietly." She stopped, her eyes gleaming. "Simple."

For a second, there was complete silence. Then- A soft laugh came from the other side. "When did my daughter become this dangerous?" her father teased.

Kiara smiled, a hint of pride in her voice. "Since forever, Dad."

He laughed again, shaking his head, though she couldn't see it. "My little devil," he said fondly. "Alright... it's done. Your baby brother will come to you soon."

Relief flooded through Kiara instantly. "Thank you, Dad," she said softly. There was a pause. Then, more gently- "Dad..."

"Hm?"

"I love you... the most. You know that, right?" Her voice had lost all strategy now-only warmth remained.

"I know," he replied, his tone equally soft. "I love you too... my baby."

They talk some more time and the call ended. Kiara stood there for a moment, staring at her phone-her heart finally settling, her plan falling perfectly into place. One by one... Every piece was aligning exactly the way she wanted.

___

Kiara was still standing near the window, her phone loosely held in her hand, her mind replaying every word of the conversation she had just had. A faint smile rested on her lips-half relief, half anticipation-when a soft knock broke through her thoughts.

She blinked, turning around. Her breath paused for a second.

Donato stood near the door, one hand resting casually against the frame, the other slipped into his pocket. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes... they were fixed on her with quiet amusement.

"When did you come?" she asked, a little startled.

He pushed himself off the door and walked toward her slowly, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Right about the time," he said smoothly, "my wife started planning how to secretly escort her baby brother to Italy."

Kiara froze. For a second, she just stared at him-then her eyes widened. "You heard that?" she asked.

"Every word," he replied, completely unapologetic.

A flush crept onto her face, but instead of embarrassment, there was something softer in her expression. "And?" she asked hesitantly. "Is it... okay?"

Donato stopped right in front of her. For a moment, he didn't answer. He just looked at her-really looked at her-as if trying to read every emotion hidden behind her question. Then, slowly, his expression softened. "Okay?" he repeated quietly.

His hand lifted, gently brushing a strand of hair away from her face before resting lightly against her cheek. "It's more than okay, Kiara." Her shoulders relaxed without her even realizing it. "You don't have to ask me things like this," he continued, his voice low but steady. "Your family... is my family now."

Her eyes flickered at that. "If you want your mother here... if you want your brother here... then they should be here," he said. "Simple."

Kiara swallowed softly, emotion rising in her chest. "But it's your home..." she said quietly.

A faint smile touched his lips. "No its not mine, its ours, your're the part of this family now." he replied without hesitation. His thumb brushed lightly against her cheek. "So anything that belongs to me... belongs you."

Her eyes softened, a quiet warmth spreading through her. "And Krish..." Donato added, a hint of gentleness in his tone, "he's your little brother. If you miss him, you shouldn't have to wait."

Kiara let out a small breath she didn't realize she had been holding. "I was worried..." she admitted softly. "I didn't want to do something that would cause problems here."

Donato shook his head slightly. "You worry too much," he murmured. Then, leaning a little closer, he added in a teasing tone, "Although I must say... your plan was impressive." Kiara blinked. "You're basically smuggling your brother into another country with your father's permission."

She gasped softly, hitting his chest lightly. "I am not smuggling him!" He chuckled, catching her wrist gently. "No?" he teased. "Secret tickets, hidden travel plans, no one knowing..." She tried to look serious-but failed, a small smile breaking through. "Okay maybe a little," she admitted.

Donato laughed softly, the sound warm and rare. Then his expression softened again. "You don't have to do things like this alone," he said quietly. "If you want something... tell me."

Kiara looked at him for a long moment. There was something about the way he said it-no control, no conditions, just quiet support-that made her chest tighten. "Sometimes I forget..." she whispered.

"What?" he asked.

"That I'm not alone anymore."

Donato's gaze deepened. "You're not," he said simply. Silence settled between them-but it wasn't heavy. It was calm... grounding. Kiara's lips curved into a soft smile as she looked at him. In that moment, she felt it again- That strange, comforting certainty. That no matter how complicated things got... She had him.

And somehow... that made everything easier. She stepped closer, resting her forehead lightly against his chest. "I'm lucky," she murmured.

Donato's hand moved instinctively around her waist, pulling her closer. "No," he replied softly, pressing a gentle kiss against her hair. "I am."

___

The evening inside the Romano mansion was unusually quiet, wrapped in a soft golden glow from the chandeliers above. The silence felt deceptive-calm on the surface, yet carrying something unspoken beneath it. Enzo stepped inside, his mind already occupied with work, ready to leave with Donato. But the moment his eyes fell on her-everything else faded.

Elana.

She was sitting alone in the living room, her posture composed, her attention fixed somewhere distant... yet her presence filled the entire space. For a brief second, Enzo just stood there, watching her. There was something different today-something colder, more distant-and it unsettled him.

He walked toward her slowly, his steps careful, as if approaching something fragile that might break at the slightest touch. "Eli..." his voice came softer than intended. She didn't look at him. That hurt more than anything. He swallowed, forcing himself to continue. "What you saw that day... it's not like that. It's a misunderstanding. Please-just listen to me once. Let me explain."

His voice carried desperation now, raw and unfiltered. Elana finally reacted-but not the way he hoped. She let out a small sigh, her expression calm, almost indifferent as she turned her face slightly away from him.

"Why would you explain anything to me, Enzo?" she said, her tone light... too light. "She's your fiancée. You hugged her, you kissed her... what does that have to do with me? You don't owe me any explanation." Every word was controlled. Careful. And completely opposite to what she was feeling inside.

" No Eli, she is not-" he tried again, stepping closer. But before he could finish-

Her phone rang. The sharp sound cut through the moment like a blade. Elana picked it up instantly, her expression shifting in a second. A small, genuine smile appeared on her lips-something Enzo hadn't seen directed at him in days.

"You're here? Okay... I'm coming," she said, her voice suddenly soft, almost excited.

Enzo stood there, watching... something tightening painfully in his chest.

The call ended. Elana stood up, picking up her bag-and that's when he truly saw her. She was dressed beautifully. Not casually. Not normally. But beautifully... like she was going somewhere special.

The realization hit him slowly. "Are you going somewhere?" he asked, his voice quieter now. "I'll drop you."

Elana didn't hesitate. "Yes," she said simply. "I'm going on a date. You don't need to worry."

The words landed like a gunshot. Enzo froze. "D-date?" he repeated, as if the word itself didn't make sense.

She nodded, adjusting her dress lightly, completely unfazed on the outside. "Oh... I didn't tell you?" she added casually. "Actually... I have a boyfriend now. And I'm going on a date with him."

For a moment- Everything inside Enzo went silent. It felt like something heavy had dropped inside his chest, crushing the air out of him. But his face... his face remained controlled. Years of discipline, of hiding emotions, didn't let him break so easily.

Still, his voice softened when he spoke again. "My little Eli" he said gently, almost pleading now, "please listen to me. It's not good to trust strangers and go out with them like this."

Elana let out a small, almost mocking breath. "Oh please, Enzo," she said, turning to face him fully this time. "Let me go. And he's not a stranger. I know him very well. He's my boyfriend." Each word was deliberate. Sharp. "And you" she continued, her eyes holding his for a second longer, "you go enjoy with your girlfriend. Let me enjoy my time with mine."

There was a brief silence. Heavy. Suffocating. Then- She turned. And walked away. Just like that. Without looking back. The sound of her heels echoed faintly as she disappeared from his sight.

Enzo didn't move. Didn't speak. Didn't even breathe properly. He just stood there- Frozen. Staring at the empty space she had left behind. For the first time in a long time... he felt it clearly. Not anger. Not frustration. But something far worse. Loss.

Enzo was still standing there, unmoving, his gaze fixed on the empty doorway where Elana had disappeared, as if hoping she might walk back in and undo everything she had just said. The silence around him felt louder now, pressing against his chest, making it hard to breathe. That was when he felt a light tap on his shoulder. He turned.

Kiara stood behind him, her expression calm but knowing, as if she had already understood everything without being told. "What are you thinking?" she asked softly. "Or should I say... are you thinking that you're too late?"

Enzo blinked, slightly caught off guard by her words, his confusion evident. Before he could respond, she continued, her voice steady but firm, "I'm saying it's not too late, Enzo. You can still stop her. You can still tell her the truth."

He let out a faint, almost helpless smile, shaking his head slightly. "What truth, Mrs. Donato?" he asked, though deep down, he already knew what she meant.

Kiara didn't hesitate. "The truth that you love her," she said directly, her eyes locking onto his. "And not just a little... but far more than she even realizes."

For a moment- Enzo froze. Her words hit him harder than anything else had today. He looked at her, stunned, as if she had just exposed something he had buried so deep that even he avoided facing it.

"I know," Kiara continued gently, her tone softening now. "You don't have to look so shocked. Your eyes... they say everything whenever you look at Elana. You don't even realize it." There was no accusation in her voice. Only truth. "Then why don't you just go and tell her?" she urged quietly. "Why are you standing here when she's walking away from you?"

Enzo's smile returned-but this time, it was heavier. Sadder. "It's not that easy, Mrs. Donato," he said, his voice low.

Kiara frowned slightly. "Why not?"

He exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair, as if trying to gather the words he had been holding in for years. "Do you really think Donato and Albert would accept it?" he asked, looking at her now-not defensively, but honestly. "I grew up in this house with them. To them... I'm no different. according them for Elana..." he paused, his voice tightening slightly, "...I'm like her third brother."

The words felt bitter even as he said them. "They trusted me," he continued. "They placed her safety in my hands... believing that I see her the same way-as family. as a sister, And now..." he let out a quiet, hollow laugh, "...the same man they trusted... is in love with her."

He shook his head. "What do you think will happen after that?" he asked. "Do you think anything between me and Donato will stay the same?" The silence that followed was heavy.

"This is the truth," he said finally, his voice almost a whisper now. "I love Elana... more than anything. But Donato..." his eyes lowered for a second, "...he is more than my happiness, more than my life. I can't betray him."

Kiara listened to every word, her expression soft but thoughtful. She stepped a little closer, her voice calm but filled with quiet strength. "It's not like that, Enzo," she said gently. "You're just afraid of a reaction that hasn't even happened yet. You're assuming the worst before even giving it a chance."

He didn't respond. "Just try once," she added. "At least give yourself-and her-that chance."

But Enzo shook his head again, more firmly this time. "No... I can't," he said, his voice steady now, even if his eyes weren't.

"Can't do what?"

The air shifted the moment that voice cut through the silence. Both Enzo and Kiara turned at once. Donato stood there. For a second-just one second-everything froze.

Enzo's heart skipped, his mind racing instantly. Did he hear everything? The way Donato stood-calm, composed, yet carrying that natural authority-made it impossible to read what he knew and what he didn't. His face was neutral, but his eyes... sharp, observant... watching.

He began to walk toward them slowly, each step measured, controlled. And then-unexpectedly-a faint smile touched his lips. "What can't you do, Enzo?" he asked again, his tone completely normal, almost casual... which somehow made it even more dangerous.

Enzo didn't answer. For once, words failed him. Kiara stepped in. Smoothly. Effortlessly. "Well actually," she said with a light shrug, as if the conversation had been nothing serious at all, "I was telling him to try dating someone else. He recently rejected the girl his mother chose for him... and now he's saying he can't do that either."

Her tone was perfectly balanced-neither too defensive nor too casual. Just right. Donato's gaze shifted to her. For a brief moment, he simply looked at her-as if weighing her words, sensing something beneath them. But then, just as easily, his expression relaxed.

"Oh," he said softly, a small chuckle escaping him. He turned his attention back to Enzo, slipping one hand casually into his pocket. "Let him be, darling," Donato said, glancing at Kiara before looking at Enzo again. "When he finds the right person... he'll get married on his own."

Simple words. But something about the way he said them felt... knowing. Enzo forced a small smile, nodding slightly, though his chest still felt tight. He couldn't shake the feeling that Donato had seen more than he was letting on. That maybe... just maybe... nothing had gone unnoticed.

But Donato didn't question further. Instead, he reached out and patted Enzo's shoulder lightly-an ordinary gesture, yet grounding. "Come," he added, his tone shifting back to business. "We're getting late."

The moment Donato said they were leaving, Kiara's brows knit together slightly, suspicion flickering in her eyes. "You're going somewhere?" she asked, her tone casual but observant.

Donato nodded, adjusting his cufflinks with practiced ease. "Yes. And Kiara... don't wait for dinner tonight. We're having dinner with a client."

"A dinner?" she repeated, clearly unconvinced. "But there was nothing like that in your schedule. How did this suddenly come up?"

For a fraction of a second-just a fraction-Donato paused. Then he smiled. Smooth. Effortless. "Ahh, baby... it's an old client of mine," he said lightly. "He arrived today unexpectedly and insisted we meet. That's all."

As he spoke, his eyes flicked briefly toward Enzo-a silent signal. Enzo understood immediately. "Yes, yes, Mrs. Romano," he added quickly with a slightly awkward smile. "It's just dinner with a client. Nothing else."

Kiara didn't respond right away. Her gaze moved from Donato... to Enzo... and back again. Sharp. Reading between words. Then, narrowing her eyes slightly, she asked, "This isn't some mafia meeting, right?

Donato chuckled softly, stepping closer to her. "No, Kiara," he said gently, his voice lowering as if to soothe her doubt. "It's just a simple meetup. Nothing more."

But even then- She wasn't fully convinced. Her next question came quieter... softer. "Will you come back tonight?" That one wasn't suspicion. That was worry.

Donato's expression changed instantly. The teasing, the calm mask-everything softened. He stepped forward and pulled her into his arms, holding her close, one hand resting protectively on her back. "Don't worry, sweetheart," he murmured against her hair. "I'll come back. I promise. I'm not going on any mission... believe me."

Kiara closed her eyes for a second in his embrace, letting his words settle her restless heart. "Okay..." she whispered. They pulled apart slowly. She leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, her fingers brushing lightly against his cheek. "Take care... both of you."

Donato nodded. Enzo gave a small smile. And then- They left.

-

The moment the car doors shut and they drove out of the mansion gates, Donato exhaled deeply, leaning back in his seat. "Ugh... that was close," he muttered.

Enzo let out a quiet huff of amusement, glancing at him sideways. "Yeah? Then go on... enjoy your dinner date with your client," he mocked lightly.

Donato shot him a look. "It's not a dinner date," he corrected calmly. "It's a plan. Remember that."

Enzo raised his hands in surrender, though the hint of a smirk remained. The rest of the drive passed in silence, the city lights flashing past them in streaks of gold and white, the calm before something unknown.

-

Fifteen minutes later, the car slowed to a stop in front of an upscale restaurant. The place exuded quiet luxury-soft lighting, polished glass walls, and an atmosphere designed for privacy and power. The kind of place where deals were made without being spoken too loudly.

Donato stepped out first, his expression shifting instantly. From husband... To something colder. Controlled. Calculated.

Without another word, he adjusted his coat and walked inside, his presence commanding without effort. The staff greeted him with immediate respect as he moved toward a reserved table in a more secluded corner of the restaurant.

He sat down, crossing one leg over the other, his fingers resting lightly on the table as his sharp gaze scanned the room. Waiting. Exactly five minutes later-

She arrived.

A woman in her early thirties, draped in an elegant, expensive dress that clung perfectly to her frame. Her heels clicked softly against the marble floor, each step confident, deliberate. Dark lipstick, poised expression, and eyes that carried both intelligence and ambition.

She wasn't just dressed to impress- She was dressed to dominate. Her gaze found Donato instantly. And a faint smile curved her lips. She walked straight toward him, every movement graceful yet purposeful, before stopping at his table.

"Mr. Romano," she greeted smoothly.

Donato leaned back slightly in his chair, his expression unreadable, but his eyes sharp-observing, measuring.

"Welcome Miss-

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