Alessia Mancini
The glittering lights of Milan's skyline pierced the twilight as Alessandro guided the Maserati down the winding drive to our hotel. My breath caught at the opulent facade, all gleaming marble and soaring columns. But what really made my pulse quicken was the swarm of paparazzi camped outside, their cameras flashing like fireflies.
"Looks like the plan worked," I chuckled, nudging Giovanni with my elbow. The leather seats creaked as I leaned forward, drinking in the scene. "There must be at least two dozen reporters out there."
Giovanni's warm hand settled on my knee, his thumb tracing lazy circles. "Are you ready for your debut, mia leonessa?" His voice was a low purr that sent shivers down my spine.
I took a deep breath, inhaling the rich scent of his cologne mingled
