Dominic’s POV
I couldn’t help it.
Every few seconds, I found myself stealing glances at Kennedy. And every damn time, out of the corner of my eye, I caught her doing the same. It was subtle—barely noticeable—but I knew. And it made me smirk like a damn fool.
She had this way of pretending like she wasn’t looking, but the pink rising in her cheeks gave her away. I looked down at my plate, trying to act normal, when suddenly—
“Juilliard?” Nonna Elisabetta gasped like someone just told her Elvis came back to life.
All eyes turned to her. Aunt Natalie nodded, lifting her wine glass with a knowing smirk. “That’s a pretty fancy school.”
And just like clockwork—Grandma Gloria had to chime in.
“What’s Juilliard?” she asked, frowning like she thought it might be some kind of disease.
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