**POV MIA**
I was sitting on the bed, watching Giovanni run his hand nervously over his face. His expression was a mix of surprise and disbelief, and I knew he was trying to process the revelation I had just made.
Finally, he looked at me and, with a tense voice, asked, "Why didn't you tell me this before, Mia?"
I sighed deeply, trying to find the right words to explain. "Giovanni, there was no time to tell you anything. The next day, when Massimo left, you called me for breakfast, and he was there; it all happened very quickly."
Giovanni seemed perplexed as if he were trying to understand how that could have been possible. "He spent the night in the suite?" he asked, still shocked by the revelation.
I nodded, feeling embarrassed. "Yes, but we hardly slept," I admitted, feeling my fac
