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Amalia did not like takeoffs. It was as clear as the nose on her face as she gripped the leather armrest, with her nails digging in. Ginevra was looking out the window with awe as they reached the sky, but Amalia kept her eyes squeezed shut tight.

Valerio was holding the hand closest to him and if there were complaints from him about the way her nails were embedded deep in the flesh of his hand, h