Alessia Mancini
The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across Giovanni's sleeping form. I carefully extricated myself from his arms, the warmth of his body lingering on my skin as I slipped out of bed. My muscles ached pleasantly, a reminder of our passionate night together.
I dressed quickly, opting for a practical ensemble - black jeans that hugged my curves, flat shoes that would allow for easy movement, and a simple top. As I fastened my watch, I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror. Gone was the glamorous façade I usually presented; in its place stood a woman ready for business.
"You look different today, mia cara," Giovanni's sleep-roughened voice came from behind me. I turned to see him propped up on one elbow, dark eyes roaming appreci
