Alora's POV
“Well, are you going to say anything?” Dante’s deep voice increased the tension in the room. His piercing gaze locked onto mine as he stood directly in front of me.
I cast a quick, panicked glance at Vittoria, hoping for assistance. She subtly shook her head, her lips pressed into a thin line. My brow furrowed in confusion as I stared at her. She seemed to be sending me a silent message, one I couldn’t quite understand.
After a moment, her gestures started to make sense. She didn’t want me to deny Dante’s words.
“I don’t know what you are talking about, Don Bellini,” I finally replied, pretending like I didn’t know.
Vittoria gave me a small nod of approval, her lips curling into a faint smirk. I managed a small smile back before turning to face Dante’s towering, brooding f
