Alessia Mancini
The acrid scent hit me as soon as Alessandro opened the car door. I stepped out, my heels clicking against the pavement, and inhaled deeply. The smell was unmistakable - pungent, earthy, with an underlying sweetness that tickled the back of my throat. I turned to Giovanni, unable to suppress a smirk.
"I can smell exactly what was in this one," I murmured, my voice low enough that only he could hear.
Giovanni's eyebrow arched, a mix of curiosity and amusement playing across his features. "Oh?" he prompted, his dark eyes studying me intently.
I hesitated for a moment, weighing my words carefully. How much should I reveal? The scent of burning cannabis was unmistakable to me, a remnant of my less-than-pristine past. But admitting that knowledge felt dangerous, like steppin
