Allesio’s POV
The morning air hung heavy with the smell of fresh coffee and eggs, wafting in from the kitchen down the hall. I leaned against the marble counter in the dining room, watching Rosa pour herself a glass of orange juice. She moved with an elegance that seemed effortless, like someone who’d been raised to command attention without trying.
“Rough night?” I asked, my tone light as I took a seat at the table.
She glanced at me, one brow arching slightly. She gave me a knowing look and then proceeded to play along like I hadn’t spent the night in her room. “Not at all. Slept like a baby.”
I smirked. “Impressive, considering the racket Irene was making earlier.”
She chuckled softly, and it was the kind of sound that could soften even the hardest edges of a man like me.
She joi
