Giovanni Moretti
The tension in my body coiled tighter with each passing second. Part of me ached to be there, to stand at Alessia's side and face down our enemies together. But another part – a part that was growing stronger by the day – recognized that she was more than capable of handling herself.
"She's full of surprises, isn't she?" Alessandro remarked, a note of admiration in his usually stoic voice.
I nodded, unable to tear my eyes away from Alessia's poised figure on the screen. "That she is, my friend. That she is."
I watched, breath held, as Alessia's lips moved again. Her words, though inaudible to us, clearly carried weight. Signora Vitale's face twisted through a kaleidoscope of emotions - shock, anger, and finally, a grudging respect.
"Look," Alessandro murmured, pointin
