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“Are you sure it wasn’t his sister or something?” Val asked. I had just relayed to Val and Amy all of the events that happened during Thanksgiving Break, and, as expected, Matteo’s phone call with the Mystery Italian girl stuck out the most. I shook my head. “I know Aria’s voice and that definitely wasn’t it. Plus, he doesn’t talk to his sister that way.” Amy peeked at me over the lenses of her reading glasses, a brow lifted in question. “Like, I don’t know, he’s softer when he’s talking to her. Gentler. And he calls her something in Italian— my angel, I think.” “That’s so cute!” Val gushed loudly. Amy and I both shushed her, looking around to make sure the librarian hadn’t been around to hear her. Columbia University’s library was famous for more than just its enormous supply