Alessia Mancini
With a deep breath, I swiped to answer. "Buonasera," I said, forcing my voice to remain steady.
The rich, smoky tones of Signora Vitale's voice purred through the phone. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything, little lioness."
A shiver ran down my spine at the pet name, but I kept my voice light and playful. "You know well you are. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
I could almost hear the smirk in her response. "Can't an old friend simply check in? You've been making quite a splash, my dear."
My eyes flickered to Giovanni, who was watching me intently, his fingers drumming a silent rhythm on the crisp white tablecloth. The restaurant around us hummed with the soft clink of cutlery and murmured conversations, but it felt as though we were in our own little bubble of tensio
