The elevator ascended quietly through the building, each floor marking the slow rhythm of my thoughts. Giovanni, by my side, finally broke the silence. "What's going through your mind, Mia?" His voice was gentle but also carried genuine curiosity. I looked at him, his dark eyes fixed on me, waiting for an answer.
I let out a soft sigh, feeling the weight of unspoken words. "I'm just processing everything that happened at the dinner," I admitted, my voice a nearly inaudible whisper. The truth was, the conversation with Ginevra had stirred something within me in ways I couldn't fully explain.
The elevator doors opened, revealing the door to our apartment. As soon as we entered the apartment and the doors closed behind us, Giovanni didn't waste time. "What did my aunt talk to you about?" Hi
