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In the center of the table stood a huge baking dish filled with steaming lasagna, surrounded by fresh garlic bread with cheese, salad, and a large bowl of grated parmesan.
Mia froze in the doorway, staring at the table. “Mãe… marry me.”
“Excuse me?”
“Bebê, don’t think anything bad, it’s just… I'm in heaven.”