uldn't quite put her finger on what he did. One evening, Alessandro invited Alessia to a charity gala at a luxurious mansion. Alessia was hesitant at first, but Alessandro assured

expression turned guarded. "Let's just say I'm a...facilitator," he said, his voice low and smooth. Alessia's mind whirled with possibilities. What kind of business required such secrecy and commanded such respect? As the gala drew to a close, Alessandro took Alessia's hand, leading her outside to the gardens. The night air was cool and fragrant, and Alessia felt a sense of peace wash over her. "I'm glad you came tonight," Alessandro said, his eyes locked onto hers. "You look beautiful." Alessia smiled, feeling a flutter in her ch