Victoria Bella Washington;
Gabby was all smiles, her excitement evident as she watched the scene unfold before her. The air buzzed with energy, but I could feel the heat of the stares as Vincenzo gently led me off the stage. His hand rested firmly on my back, guiding me toward the lavish display of food.
“What would you like, little mouse?” he asked, his voice soft and teasing.
The nickname made me blush, leaving me momentarily speechless. My palms grew clammy, and I could barely meet his gaze. Sensing my hesitation, Vincenzo took charge, expertly filling my plate with an assortment of delicacies. I watched him, grateful yet nervous, as his attention stayed focused on the task at hand.
Behind us, a voice cut through the festive air like a knife.
“I see you haven’t told him yet!” Maria
