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Rosa’s POV
The moment we stepped away from the living room, Emilia wasted no time. She grabbed my arm, pulling me into one of the side hallways, her expression a mix of confusion and disbelief.
“Okay, spill,” she said, crossing her arms. “What the hell was that back there?”
I raised an eyebrow, playing dumb. “What was what?”
“Don’t give me that,” Emilia snapped, her tone sharper than I was used to. “You and Allesio. The way you two were staring at each other like you’ve got some unresolved history. Where do you know him from?”
I hesitated, not because I was ashamed, but because I knew this would shock her. Emilia wasn’t one to overreact, but I could already see her wheels turning.
“Well…” I started, leaning against the wall as casually as I could manage. “We, uh, had a one-night
