Chapter 33

• The golden sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with warm hues as Dante and I waited outside the office. The gentle scent of vineyards and olive groves contrasted with the palpable tension between us, a tension that only heightened as we approached our meeting with Don Salvatore.
• "This shouldn't have happened, Dante," I murmured, averting my gaze to the ground, a growing weight in my chest. "Don Salvatore shouldn't have caught us together in bed."
• Dante remained serious, his words filled with a confidence I longed to share. "Don't worry, Catarina. It will be okay."