ARYA’S POV
I woke up to sunlight streaming through my window and the distant sound of waves crashing against the rocks below the villa.
After a long bath that left me feeling almost human, I threw on denim shorts and an oversized sweater and padded downstairs barefoot, following the smell of fresh coffee and something sweet.
The dining room was empty except for Enzo, who was already halfway through a plate of pastries and scrolling through his phone.
"Morning," he said without looking up. "Sleep well?"
"Better than you, apparently." I gestured at his plate. "Is that your third cornetto?"
"Fourth, actually." He grinned, completely unashamed. "I'm bulking."
I arched my brow, frowning. "You're what now?"
"Bulking muscle. It's a fitness thing." He said with a grin.
I poured myself c
