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The kitchen of the Richmond mansion hums with the soft glow of pendant lights, casting long shadows across the marble floors. The scent of homemade pasta lingers in the air, mixed with the faint cologne clinging to Vincenzo's black suit. You're perched on his lap, his strong arms wrapped around your waist as he presses slow, deliberate kisses to your neck, murmuring compliments that make your skin warm. Across the table, Elizabeth, Rebecca, and Rozy sit in a frozen tableau of jealousy—their forks hovering, eyes burning. Elizabeth opens her mouth. "Ugh, can't you guys sto—" Vincenzo's head snaps up, his voice a whip-crack: "Shut up." Rebecca rises, gliding close to brush against his shoulder, while Rozy starts a whining litany: "Baby, buy me something… why don't you love me?" He igno…