Rosa looked around, absorbing the pure, radiant energy vibrating through the room. Her heart felt impossibly full, her eyes mirroring the genuine joy of the moment as she watched Lucy and Renzo giggling over the ring Luciano had slipped onto her finger. Objectively, there might have been a more extravagant ring somewhere in the world, but to her, this one was perfect. She couldn't bring herself to voice it aloud—not to him, and honestly, not even to herself. Only her heart knew how desperately she had wanted this: a ring chosen entirely by him, a real, tangible proof of his love.Love.He hadn't actually said the word. Not once. Did a man like him even feel it? Or was everything he did—the protective instincts, the grand, sweeping gestures, those rare, genuine smiles he saved strictly for her—just a calculated performance? Was it real, or was he just doing whatever it took to make her feel special enough so she wouldn't leave him?Agh… Don't know! Exhaling a soft, heavy breath, she let
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