Luciano
“Yeah… not there. Move it a little to the left… good. Leave the flowers there. And the incense; no, not too close. It should be subtle, not choking.”
I stood in the middle of the room, watching everything come together piece by piece.
It didn’t look like my room anymore.
It looked… softer.
Warmer and more occupied.
Miss Rosa moved around like she was on a mission, adjusting curtains, smoothing sheets, placing things with careful precision like she was preparing for someone important.
Maybe she was.
Her excitement filled the air in a way I couldn’t ignore. It showed in the way she smiled to herself, in how her hands moved faster than usual, in the way her eyes lit up every time Aria’s name was mentioned.
“Don Luciano,” she called, turning toward me. “You asked me to pack he
