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After I’ve put the clothes on, he takes a seat on my bed and watches as I go through my skincare routine.
When I apply my makeup, he murmurs, “I love the way you move. It’s relaxing to watch you get ready for the day.”
More happiness pours into my chest, and I fall a little harder for him.
Once I’m ready, Damiano gets up and takes hold of my hand. He links our fingers as we leave my bedroom, and for the first time, we head hand in hand downstairs.
We feel like a couple.
Chapter 29
Damiano
Even though I want to spend the entire day in bed with Gabriella, I don’t. The women have been cooped up in the mansion for over a month, and it would be selfish of me not to take them out.
Especially now that Miguel’s been dealt with.
When I walk into the dining room with Gabriella beside me, Aunt Greta grins at us.
Carlo’s sitting where Gabriella used to sit, so she can take the chair to my left.
I pull out the chair and wait for her to take a seat before I press a kiss to the top of her head. Walking around the table, I place my hand on Mamma’s shoulder then kiss the scar on her temple.
“Morning, everyone,” I murmur as I take my seat.
When we’re all done greeting each other, I announce, “We’re going out after breakfast.”
Carlo lets out a groan. “Where?”
“Wherever the women want to go,” I mutter.
“Shopping?” Mamma asks, excitement in her tone. “Christmas is only two weeks away.”
Fuck. I forgot about the festive season.
“Shopping it is,” I agree.
“Forget breakfast,” Aunt Greta mutters as she climbs to her feet. “Come, Aida, let's go get ready.”
Gabriella smiles as she watches the women rush out of the dining room then turns her attention to me. “I still have your credit card.”
“It’s yours to keep.”
Martha comes in with the breakfast, and she sets an omelet and bacon down in front of me.
“Thank you,” Gabriella murmurs when she receives her food. “It looks delicious.”
“What can I bring you to drink, Mr. Falco?” Martha asks.
“Coffee.”
“I’ll have coffee, too,” Gabriella says. She pats my thigh beneath the table, then adds. “Please.”
I stare at her for a moment before I realize she expects me to thank Martha.
My eyes flick to the housekeeper, and I mutter, “Thank you, Martha.”
Startled, her eyes widen. “Oh…ah…of course, Mr. Falco. You’re welcome.”
