Vincenzo drove the car smoothly into the underground parking lot of the cinema, the growl of the engine echoing against the concrete walls. He parked in a corner, away from the crowd, and then turned to her with a look that was half-smirk, half-challenge.
“Ready for your little commoner adventure?” he asked, mockery dripping from his tone.
Seraphina rolled her eyes and unbuckled her seatbelt. “It’s just a movie, Vincenzo." Normal people go to the cinema without making it dramatic.”
“You forget,” he replied, stepping out of the car, “I am anything but normal.”
They walked toward the brightly lit booking counter, where a long line of people already stretched across the lobby. Families with children, couples holding hands, and groups of friends chatted while waiting their turn. The smell
