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No pain, no gain

ROSALINA'S POV

The relentless rehearsals had left my body sore and fatigued, causing me to lean on Sebas for support when he retrieved me from the dance studio at 8 PM. The only thing I craved was a well-deserved sleep or even a nice dinner.

I chucked my pink satchel onto the couch without even giving my Nonno a nod, as he sat there in his classic undershirt with a marinara splotch watching the news on the TV. Let's just say he didn't exactly exude mob boss vibes in this outfit. Despite being a full-blooded Italian, he didn't bust out the Italiano like other old-timers in the neighborhood.

My Nonno only busted out his Italian when he was having a tête-à-tête with Nonna. To be frank, my Italian sounded like a malfunctioning toaster. But, I was a virtuoso at firing off Italian curses thanks to Nonno's prolific use of them. He even let loose on my uncles like a sailor on shore leave.

Ignoring his scowl at my obvious disrespect, I headed straight to the kitchen where my Bella was stirring
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