Dressed in an elegant full-length black dress, with delicate spaghetti straps and an enticing back neckline, I sat in Giovanni's parked black Porsche in front of the Cordopatri mansion. The grandeur of the mansion took my breath away – it was the largest and most beautiful I had ever seen, and at night, illuminated by countless lights, it seemed even more impressive. The sea of parked vehicles only added to the spectacle.
The anticipation in the air was palpable as I stepped out of the car, accompanied by Giovanni Cordopatri himself. My fake fiancé turned to me with a half-smile. "Ready to face the wolves, Mia?" he teased, his tone provocative.
I chuckled softly, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement.
"I think the only 'wolf' I'm concerned about is Ginevra," I admitted, referring
