Eventually, the meal came to an end, and the maid began to clear the table. Vincent stood, signaling that the evening’s formalities were over.
“Thank you for joining us, Alessandro,” he said, extending his hand once more. “It’s always good to see you.”
“The pleasure is mine, Uncle,” Alessandro replied, shaking Vincent’s hand firmly. “Thank you for having me.”
Amara stood as well, feeling a mix of relief and exhaustion. As they walked towards the door, Vincent gave his daughter a reassuring smile.
“Take care, Amara,” he said softly.
“I will, Father,” she replied, returning the smile.
Outside, the night air was cool and refreshing. Alessandro walked with Amara to the car.
“You should leave now,” Amara said, her tone firm but polite.
Alessandro looked at her, his expression indescriba
