Alessia Mancini
As our first course arrived, I couldn't shake the feeling that Giovanni was testing me, gauging my reactions. But two could play that game. I savoured each bite, letting out a soft hum of pleasure as the flavours danced on my tongue. When I looked up, I caught Giovanni watching me intently, his eyes dark with an emotion I couldn't quite name.
The waiter cleared our plates, and I seized the moment of privacy to lean in closer to Giovanni. The scent of his cologne, spicy and intoxicating, momentarily distracted me from my question.
"Is this level of media attention... normal?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Giovanni's expression hardened for a moment before softening as he met my gaze. "Only when they think they've got hold of a tasty morsel, mia leonessa. This
