ANTONIO.

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⠀ ⠀ ↗ Phone call to. ⠀ Matty. ⠀ @venuors. ⠀ ⠀

ㅤ iMessage to Amy. @Geliebtein : Amore : When you get home please set out the lasagna from the fridge : and tell Matteo to reply my msg ㅤ

@mgumess @24dgree @lacrinmosa His gaze sweeping over the array of dishes spread out before them. “Well, we've got a little bit of everything, really. All this was made with love. By none other than Leonora herself.”

@mgumess @24dgree @lacrinmosa ... “I'm merely stating what we all know to be true.” He retorts with a quick shrug of his shoulders. Antonio chuckles at Brian's curious expressions as he surveyed the array of food on the table. “Quite the spread, isn't it?” He says, his tone full of satisfaction.

⠀ ⠀ ↗ Phone call to. ⠀ Peter. ⠀ @corruptborne. ⠀ ⠀

@lacrinmosa @mgumess @24dgree ⠀ He then gesturing towards the empty seats, indicating for Brian and Axel to make themselves comfortable. “Please, make yourselves at home,” he says, his usually empty eyes hold an unusual gentleness, their gaze fixing on Brian and Axel with a hint of affection. ⠀⠀

@lacrinmosa @mgumess @24dgree ⠀ Hearing the query, a polite, slightly amused smile tugging at his lips. “What can I say? They're quite the exception. Talented young men with bright futures ahead of them, and I can only hope that someday I'll have a son like them.” ⠀⠀

⠀ He places a hand on her shoulder, drawing his attention to the men over them. “Leonora @lacrinmosa, I want you to meet Brian @mgumess, and Axel @24dgree. These young lads are the sons of good friends and business associate of mine.”

⠀ He glances over at Leonora, gesturing for her to come over with a subtle motion of his hand. “Come here, sweetheart. Our little guests are here.” Antonio shifts his stance, stepping aside—allowing his wife to get a better view of the pair. ⠀⠀

⠀ ...His favorite song to hear when Leonora is in the kitchen. Then he comes closer to her and helping her take out the giant roasted turkey from oven. “Isn't it too much for the boys?” @lacrinmosa ⠀⠀

⠀ The moon hangs heavy in the sky, casting silver over a sprawling garden where he stands while bringing a black vinyl record and play it on turntable, the music starts to humming a song which title Fantasy by Gerard Kenny. ⠀⠀

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