~ GIULIA’S POV ~
The café sat quietly at the corner of the street, its small windows fogged with early steam, pale sunlight pouring across the polished glass like it was any other normal day.
But there was nothing normal about today.
The three of us stepped inside. Dante first, always first, Rocco beside him, and me trailing behind, my nerves drawn tight like a pulled wire.
The moment we entered, the air shifted.
Muted music floated from hidden speakers, the tables were neat, almost too neat, like someone wanted it to look real but forgot people leave behind messes.
No smudges on the display glass, no crumbs on the floor, and not a single spill behind the counter.
Interesting.
A couple at the back corner sipped slowly, their eyes darting once toward the door as we entered. Another
