THIRTY
The morning sun had barely risen over the rolling hills of Tuscany when Enzo pulled the car through the grand iron gates of Francesco Deluca's estate. The sprawling villa stood as a testament to old wealth, its stone façade framed by tall cypress trees, the air thick with the scent of blooming jasmine and freshly tilled earth. They had been in Italy for a full day now, hiding in Enzo's countryside home, but Enzo knew they couldn't keep delaying this meeting. Francesco needed to know what was happening, and more than that, Camilla needed to meet the family she never knew existed. Camilla sat stiffly in the passenger seat, her fingers twisting together in her lap. Enzo reached over, gently prying them apart and lacing his fingers through hers. "You don't have to be nervous," he said, his
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