Isabella's POV
The please at the end seemed to surprise her as much as it surprised me. But we both knew that he said it only because he wanted Elliot to stay a bit longer. Valeria looked at Elliot, who was bouncing on his toes with excitement, then back at Luka, then finally at me.
"If you're sure," she relented quietly.
"I'm sure," I confirmed, already heading toward the kitchen. "Elliot, can you help me set the table?"
"Yes!" He ran after me, leaving Luka and Valeria alone in the hallway for a moment.
I pulled out plates and utensils, letting Elliot carefully carry them to the dining room while I unpacked the containers of food. Kung pao chicken, beef with broccoli, vegetable lo mein, spring rolls, everything I loved from that restaurant. Luka had remembered every single dish.
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