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Caterina.
"Now!"
Who would have thought that Maria would be telling Luca and I to leave the kitchen because we had flour all over?
Not me.
I never would have suggested it, also. I wasn't that kind of girl.
I had just made it to the room I stayed in before Luca agreed to my stupid pact when the knock came.
Three short raps.
Had Maria come to