Alessia Mancini
The turquoise fabric shimmered against my skin as I descended the sweeping staircase, each step echoing softly in the cavernous foyer. My heart fluttered with a mix of anticipation and trepidation as I approached the imposing front doors of Villa dei Leoni.
I smoothed my hands over the dress, relishing the cool silkiness beneath my fingertips. The bodice hugged my curves while the skirt flared gently to my knees. I had chosen it carefully, wanting to project an air of elegance and sophistication. As I reached for the door handle, I took a steadying breath, inhaling the lingering scent of lemon polish and fresh flowers that permeated the air.
The heavy oak door swung open silently, revealing Giovanni's tall, muscular form silhouetted against the fading twilight. His dark
