~Antonio
I walked back to my room with a grin plastered on my face, the weight of the world momentarily lifted from my shoulders. Every step felt lighter, my chest buzzing with an unfamiliar sense of joy. I couldn’t stop replaying the moment I kissed her in the rain. Tiara. Her name felt like a melody in my mind.
As I reached my door, I paused for a second, shaking my head with a chuckle. "How about pretending to be Giovanni again..." The thought flashed in my mind like a mischievous idea I couldn’t entirely shake. If I could just be him for a little longer, I’d get to be with her—see her, talk to her, kiss her whenever I wanted.
But the image soured almost as quickly as it appeared. Tiara hated Giovanni. She loathed everything about him. If I played his role again, I’d have to act
