Chapter 32

• We walked through the garden, both hesitant to initiate the dialogue that lingered between us. The atmosphere was tense, laden with unspoken emotions.
• Dante looked at me, his eyes sparking with a mix of frustration and something more. “Catarina, I can't help but wonder why you're making such an effort to provoke me with this circus with Michele,” he said, his voice filled with challenge.
• I smiled, maintaining a calm expression. “I'm just enjoying my stay in Tuscany. If you can't handle it, that's your problem,” I replied, taking a sip of wine as if I were indifferent.