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The cavernous kitchen of the Ironwood estate hung heavy with the rich scent of fresh pasta, a warmth that did nothing to thaw the frost emanating from the dining table. Valerio sat, immaculate in his suit, with you settled against him, her arms a gentle weight around his shoulders as he pressed tender kisses to her skin. 'Nothing in this world compares to what you make for me, carissima,' he murmured, his storm-gray eyes softening into a private, silvered warmth meant only for her. Across the vast room, Seraphina, Marcella, and Gigi watched, their jealousy a palpable, seething force. When Seraphina slammed her fork against her plate with a violent clatter, Valerio's voice sliced through the thick air: 'Silence.' The word fell, absolute and final. Marcella attempted a sultry lean, while Gi…