Alessia Mancini
The rhythmic click of camera shutters filled the air, accompanied by a cacophony of shouted questions. Alessandro's deep voice rumbled as he pushed back against the encroaching mob of reporters and photographers. "Step back! This is a private dinner."
Giovanni's hand tightened protectively around mine, his jaw clenching as he assessed the situation. The warm intimacy of moments ago evaporated, replaced by a tense alertness that radiated from every line of his body.
"Don't look at them, mia leonessa," Giovanni murmured, his voice low and steady despite the chaos. "Focus on me."
I met his gaze, clinging to the calm reassurance I found there. My mind raced, processing the abrupt shift in our evening. Was this to be my new normal? The thought both thrilled and terrified me.
