Alessia Mancini
A thunderous banging jolted me awake. My eyes flew open, heart racing as I instinctively pressed closer to Giovanni's warm body beside me.
"Signore, Signora!" Chef Lorenzo's muffled voice carried through the heavy oak door. "Breakfast is nearly ready. Will you be joining us soon?"
I groaned, burying my face in the pillow. The silk sheets whispered against my bare skin as I shifted, reminding me of our state of undress. "Merda," I muttered.
Giovanni's chest rumbled with a low chuckle as he called out, his voice rough with sleep, "We'll be down shortly, Lorenzo. Grazie."
The sound of retreating footsteps echoed in the hallway. I lifted my head, blinking blearily at the sunlight streaming through the gaps in the heavy curtains. "How did we even sleep in?" I asked, confusi
