Alessia Mancini
I pulled out my phone, wincing at the bright screen. As Giovanni busied himself with the coffee maker, I scrolled through my notifications. My breath caught in my throat as I saw several news alerts, all speculating about my earlier conversation with Signora Vitale.
"Merda," I muttered, my free hand clenching into a fist.
Giovanni turned, his brow furrowing. "What is it, cara?"
I held up my phone, my voice tight with frustration.
I couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh. "The news is already buzzing about my little chat with Signora Vitale. You won't believe some of these theories."
Giovanni's eyes narrowed as he set a steaming cup of espresso in front of me. The rich, earthy aroma wafted up, momentarily soothing my frayed nerves. "Tell me," he said, his voice low a
