Mena
We were seated at a secluded table at the back of the fancy restaurant where Alessio had taken me.
I ate in silence, taking small bites of the seafood in front of me. As another piece filled my mouth, I looked up to peek at Alessio, but the moment I caught him staring back, I quickly looked down, failing to hide my laughter.
The situation was funny because, even though I came here with a different mindset tonight, not much had changed. It wasn’t as awkward as before, but we might as well have stayed at the mansion and eaten dinner with Diego.
"Why are you laughing?" Alessio asked, sounding genuinely curious.
"I'm not laughing," I was seconds away from cackling.
Alessio rolled his eyes a little. “Then why can I see your teeth?” His serious tone made me laugh out loud. I couldn’t
