Lily's POV.
Morning light poured through the window as I stirred in Alessio's arms, the soft rhythm of his breathing grounding me. For the first time since I arrived at the villa, I feel safe. Anchored. He kisses my forehead and murmurs something low and warm. I smile. Still half lost in the magic of the quiet night we shared.
We get dressed slowly, exchanging easy glances, and make our way downstairs hand in hand, still wrapped in the warmth of each other.
But the air shifts the moment we step into the kitchen.
Laughter, two voices. My smile fades.
Dante and Selina are sitting at the breakfast table, coffee in hand, plates half full, chatting like old friends in the middle of Sunday brunch. The way Selina smiles at Dante makes my skin crawl. And across the room, Isabella stands by
