Alessia Mancini
As we approached, Sofia's eyes scanned the area with practiced efficiency. I caught a glimpse of the concealed holster beneath her tailored jacket and felt a twinge of unease. Just how quickly had my world changed that an armed bodyguard felt almost... normal?
"Sofia," I said, my voice lowered instinctively, "can you recommend somewhere for lunch where we're least likely to get mobbed by paparazzi?"
A hint of amusement flickered in Sofia's eyes. "La Perla would be suitable, Miss Mancini. Discrete, excellent security measures."
My eyes widened at the suggestion. La Perla was notorious for its exclusivity and eye-watering prices. "That's—" I began to protest, but then remembered the weight of the new card in my purse. A small thrill ran through me, a mix of excitement and
