She nodded.
—Then he already knows enough.
—No. I only know that a woman who speaks four languages, knows wines like a sommelier, and fights as if she had been trained for war is serving tables out of necessity, not by destiny.
Valeria held him with her eyes.
—And yet he keeps asking.
—Because you’re the first person in years who doesn’t seem impressed by anything about me.
—Perhaps because I’ve spent too much time learning that money doesn’t always save people.
That silenced him.
After a moment, Emiliano spoke more softly.
—Come have dinner with me. No expensive suits, no fancy restaurant, no interrogations. Just food.
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