Delilah’s eyes fluttered open, and she found herself staring directly into Marco’s eyes.
His gaze was steady, a hint of amusement softening his otherwise serious expression.
"I wasn’t pretending," she said, her voice soft but steady. "I was just trying to get your attention."
"Well," he said, his lips curving into a faint smile, "you have all of it now."
She swallowed, suddenly nervous. "Where do I even start?"
"Anywhere you want to." His tone was warm, inviting, as if he had all the time in the world for her.
Delilah hesitated, searching his face for any sign of defensiveness. She found none. "I met Lucia."
Marco raised a brow. "Alright."
"You never told me there was a Lucia," she continued, her words careful. "I walk into the room, and there she is, introducing herself as your a
