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On a rare afternoon break between lunch and dinner, I stood in the back with Sammy and the guys, frying up the arancia balls for dinner.
“Sonny Conti comes to help with the ristorante and meets the femmina,” Sammy said, slapping me on the back.
I laughed. "Did you really expect anything different?"
Sammy shrugged then shook his head. "Of course, I knew you'd have the girls molding like dough in your hands with that Southern drawl and your Sicilian good looks, but I didn't expect you to fall in love."
"What? I'm not in love. I just met her," I scoffed.
But even as I said the words, I knew I was lying to myself. I hadn't even been in Sicily a month, but after meeting Virginia, I knew my life was never going to be the same.
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