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if the room had been waiting for permission to continue.
She lifted one slender hand.
The murmuring died.
Donna Isabella did not speak.
She did not need to.
She was the last living matriarch of the Duca line, a woman who had buried a husband, two brothers, and a son, and who had taught Lorenzo to read by candlelight in a Sicilian kitchen long before he continue reading …
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