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.

Gran says suddenly, pulling my attention

I ask, baffled but bursting into

repeats, looking

around her mother's shoulder, grinning and speaking quietly to her

stepping closer and running a coy hand through his hair. "I kind of forgot to mention that Gran is...kind of obsessed with the royal family." He lifts his chin towards the corner of the room, and I turn to see a picture 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,

open in shock and

"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, clapping her hands. "He so...handsome!"

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

back a little, and cups my cheek

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