I stare at him, shocked, and Luca just grins at me. "Do you do you speak Itablio?" I ask.

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“I mean, just a little," he says with a shrug as his family moves eagerly around us, setting out food and drinks, turning on music.

"Of course he speaks Itablio, it's his native tongue!" his mother says, laughing and coming to press a fizzy orange drink into my hand.

"It is?" I gasp, still staring at Luca. He just laughs and looks away, maybe a little bashful.

his Gran says suddenly, pulling my attention back

but bursting

looking around the

slips an arm around her mother's shoulder, grinning and speaking quietly to her in their language.

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his. "She is going to be bummed when she found out that it's just the Princess today, and not her precious Prince." "Principe Rafe!" Gran says again,

to meet you, Ariel. We all are." She opens her arms to me now, and I go to her, letting her wrap me up in her arms too. "I always prayed he had a mate," Luca's mom whispers to me, holding me tight, and a true warmth rushes through me at her words. "I didn't realize he'd

pulls back a little, and cups my cheek in her

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