Illyana's POV
I stood in the kitchen of the villa, my hands trembling slightly as I prepared one of my family's favourite dishes from back home in America. The scent of the slow-cooked beef and vegetables filled the air, mingling with the aroma of the freshly baked apple pie cooling on the counter.
"It smells amazing in here," Alessandro said, his voice startling me out of my thoughts as he entered the kitchen. "You didn’t have to prepare all this."
I turned to face him, my heart fluttering in my chest at the sight of his handsome face, his eyes warm with affection. "I wanted to make something special for your family," I said, my voice tinged with nervousness. "I know how important this dinner is, and I want to make a good impression."
Alessandro chuckled, his arms snaking around my wa
