Alessia Mancini
I watched Riley closely, noting the tension in her shoulders and the way her eyes darted around the warehouse. The chill in the air seemed to deepen as I realized I couldn't keep dancing around the truth with her anymore.
"Riley," I said softly, my voice barely audible over the rumble of forklifts and shouts of workers. "I can tell you're uncomfortable. What do you want to know?"
She turned to me, her blue eyes wide with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. "Alessia, I... I don't even know where to start," she admitted, running a hand through her blonde undercut.
I leaned against the cool metal of the warehouse wall, feeling its solidity ground me. "Start anywhere," I encouraged, trying to keep my voice steady despite the racing of my heart. "I promise I'll be as honest
