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Allesio’s POV
It was quiet out here, just the sound of crickets and the faint rustling of leaves in the breeze. Rosa stood a few feet away, her posture relaxed but regal, a glass of wine cradled in her hand. She looked so at ease, so untouchable, that it almost hurt to watch her.
I leaned against the railing of the terrace, swirling the amber liquid in my glass but not drinking it. My mind was too restless. This wasn’t the first time I’d thought about saying something—anything—to make her reconsider her place in this world. But every time, the words got caught in my throat.
“How do you do it?” I asked finally, breaking the silence.
She turned to me, one eyebrow arched. “Do what?”
“Walk through life like nothing can touch you.”
She laughed softly, the sound low and melodic. “Tha
