The first evening of Luke's stay was filled with an uncomfortable tension. As we gathered in the dining room for dinner, I could feel my father's eyes boring into Luke, watching his every move. My mother, bless her heart, tried her best to keep the conversation flowing.
"So, Mr. Montgomery," she said as we began our meal, "Bella tells us you've done some extensive traveling. Where was your favorite place to visit?"
Luke smiled warmly at my mother. "Ah, that's a difficult question to answer, Mrs. Carlisle. Each place has its own unique charm. But if I had to choose, I'd say Italy stole my heart. The art, the food, the people – it's truly magical."
"Italy?" Jane chimed in, her eyes sparkling with interest. "Oh, I've always wanted to go there! What was your favorite city?"
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