The restaurant is quiet. Night has fallen. Isabella wipes down the last table, her movements tired but focused. A deep, commanding voice slices through the silence behind her.
Lorenzo: "You work too hard for someone who shouldn't be working at all."
She freezes. Slowly turns. He's leaning against the wall—black tailored suit, hands in his pockets, his ice-blue eyes fixed on her like a target.
Isabella (raising an eyebrow): "Excuse me? Do we know each
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