TWENTY-FIVE
Eleanor jumped when the front door to Giselle's one-bedroom apartment opened, nearly flying off the hinges. He came through the apartment like a storm, not paying attention to much else but her. She stood from the pink suede couch just in time to walk into his arms, not realizing how much she needed him until she saw him. Immediately she could feel parts of her that were tense relax. His arms wrapped around her completely, as if she was made to be there. "Stai bene?" He murmured, his voice juxtaposed his bravado upon his entry. "She is fine, and so I am, brother." Giselle said sarcastically from the accent chair in the room, unfolding her legs and standing, "So is your cousin." Her words put Francesco back in reality and Eleanor immediately felt cold when he stepped away. She hadn't no
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