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

baffled but

she repeats, looking around the room

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

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

mouth drops open in shock

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!"

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

a little, and cups my cheek in her

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