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<p>"This is... Michael," Isabella stammered, clearly mortified. "Michael, this is my mother, Sophia."</p> <p>Sophia extended a hand, her perfectly manicured nails glinting in the candlelight. Her grip was firm, her eyes locked on mine. "Pleasure, Michael. Isabella never told me she was seeing someone so… captivating."</p> <p>The evening took a turn I hadn't anticipated. Sophia, instead of being the embarrassing mother, became the life of the party. She regaled us with stories of her adventures, her romances with artists and entrepreneurs, and her philosophy on life, which seemed to revolve around doing whatever on impulse.</p> <p>Isabella, meanwhile, was a picture of simmering frustration. She kept shooting me apologetic glances, mouthing things like, "I'm so sorry," and "Just ignore her." But I couldn't ignore Sophia. She was magnetic, drawing me in with her wit, her confidence, and the way she leaned in close when she spoke, her perfume a tantalizing scent of something wild.</p> <p>B...楽天市場のショップで商品詳細の続きを見る