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.

suddenly, pulling my attention

but bursting into a

looking around the

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

of my mom on the wall, looking saintly and smiling beatifically, holding a little baby Rafe in her arms, their cheeks pressed together. A candle burns beneath the painting, and it's clear that it's very well cared for. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to

drops open in shock and

continues, and I burst out laughing, turning my face back up to 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

opens her arms to me now, and I go to her, letting her wrap me up in her arms

cheek in her palm, her eyes

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