Alessio’s Pov
After Elder Erick left, she dropped my arm like it burned her and walked off without another word. Head high. Swagger intact. The perfect little actress leaving the stage.
I stayed a moment longer, letting the noise of celebration wash over me. Laughter. Cheers. Music. All of it grated on my nerves.
I wasn’t built for crowds. And I sure as hell wasn’t built for this... whatever this mess was.
I turned to head inside, already dreading the rest of the night, when Diego stepped into my path. His usual smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
“She’s fierce,” he said.
“No,” I replied flatly. “She’s just stubborn.”
He chuckled. “Same thing in a prettier outfit.”
I didn’t answer. My patience had a limit, and it was dangerously close to snapping. Diego knew me too well to push
