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Emilia’s POV
“Emilia?” Allesio’s voice rang out while I quickly braided Francesca’s hair and pulled her dress over her head. She was ready for her lessons now.
“Yes?” I called back. Maybe he didn’t know I was here. I picked up the bags containing her books and held her hand, leading her to the door.
Allesio met me at the door.
“Are you ready to go?” He asked.
“Go where?” Francesca asked before I could even answer him.
“I’m going to the hospital to see Matteo,” I explained to her and her eyes brightened.
“Really? Can I come with?” She asked eagerly.
“No, sweetie,” I replied with a shake of my head.
She tugged on my sleeve with that pleading look I was coming to know so well.
“Please, Mommy?” Francesca pouted, stretching the word out like it would change my mind. “I want to me
