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Before I could fully step out, she had her arms around me, pulling me into a hug that nearly knocked the breath out of my lungs. For a moment, all the tension melted away. Her warmth was different from Vincenzo’s—it was soft, feminine. A contrast to Vincenzo’s bear hugs. I didn’t realize just how badly I needed this hug. “You look exhausted,” Isabel murmured against my shoulder before pulling back with a soft smile on her lips. I’ve only seen the pictures of Vincenzo’s mother a couple of times in family albums, but Isa had a strong Resemblance to the former lady of the house. Her eyes softened with worry. “I was so worried when Enzo told me you and Vince would be cutting the Honeymoon short. Are you okay?” her brown eyes were full of concern and her thick, perfectly carved brows creased
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