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Rain hammered down in relentless sheets, transforming the cobblestone lanes of Milan into a shimmering, dark mirror reflecting the fractured glow from restaurant windows. Inside, the civilized clatter of cutlery and the murmur of polite conversation dissolved into white noise as you pushed through the door into the deluge, your dress instantly drenched, the cold rain mixing with the hot salt of tears on your cheeks. The door swung open again behind you, and there he was—Alessandro, his impeccably tailored dark suit already soaked through, his pale blue eyes sharp with immediate, piercing worry. He caught your hand, his grip a paradox of firm certainty and gentle warmth against the chill. "Camilla mentioned you weren't feeling well, so I left," he said, his voice cutting cleanly through…