Alessia’s Pov
As Sophia sipped her coffee, her sharp gaze landed on me. “Alright, Alessia. Spill. You’ve been dancing around something all morning, and I’m not buying that ‘long story’ excuse. Who’s this guy your mom was so excited about?”
I hesitated, twirling the handle of my cup between my fingers. Sophia had always been persistent when it came to prying out the truth. “Fine,” I said with a reluctant sigh. “His name is… Luca.”
Sophia’s eyebrows shot up. “Luca? That sounds intriguing already. Who is he? What does he do? And more importantly, where did you find him?”
“It wasn’t like that,” I said quickly, though my cheeks flushed. “He’s… complicated. My mom set us up on a blind date, but it wasn’t exactly your typical evening out.”
Sophia leaned forward, her grin widening. “Ooh, now
