Alessia Mancini
The morning sunlight spilled across the gleaming mahogany table, illuminating the spread of pastries and fresh fruit before me. I inhaled deeply, savoring the rich aroma of freshly brewed espresso that mingled with the crisp scent of sea air drifting in through the open terrace doors. Across from me, Giovanni cut a striking figure in a perfectly tailored navy suit, his dark eyes fixed on me with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine.
"Alessia," he said, his deep voice tinged with that hint of an Italian accent that never failed to make my pulse quicken. "I want you to accompany me to the casino tonight."
I nodded, careful to keep my expression neutral even as my mind raced. What game was he playing now? "Of course," I replied softly. "What would you like me to do
