Gabriella's Pov
I sat on the bench, fingers digging into the edge of the wood, my eyes scanning the empty garden like it might give me answers. The sky bled soft shades of amber and lilac, and the wind carried a strange kind of silence. Everything looked... different. Familiar, but changed, like it had been rearranged just for me.
I blinked. Was it the vines climbing the gazebo or the faint glow of string lights someone forgot to take down? Or maybe it was just how I felt inside—disoriented, like a page torn from a book and placed in the wrong chapter.
I heard footsteps behind me and I turned to see who it was. Alessio.
“Martini won't be coming,” he spoke.
There was a pause. Then, I asked. “He's not?”
“No,” he repeated again, louder this time and it made me so happy
Then a light
