THIRTY-TWO
A week had passed in Italy, and despite the looming threat, it had been filled with laughter, shared meals, and the tentative weaving of new familial bonds. Camilla spent time getting to know Giselle and Giuseppe, learning the family dynamics, and becoming familiar with the estate's sprawling grounds. Evenings were spent with Eleanor and Mia, quiet moments that made Camilla feel like she had belonged here all along. But beneath the warmth and normalcy, the storm of war was brewing. Downstairs, in the dimly lit basement of Francesco's estate, the mood was starkly different from the lighthearted conversations happening upstairs. The large wooden table in the center of the room was covered in maps, documents, and several burner phones. Francesco sat at the head, his expression unreadable as
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