Chapter 112

• Rosa’s POV
• The rain tapped softly against the windows, the steady rhythm filling the quiet space between us. Allesio sat across from me on the couch, his expression as easygoing as ever. There was something about the way he looked at me, like he wasn’t in a rush, like he could wait forever for me to say something. It was infuriating and comforting all at once.
• I swirled the wine in my glass, watching the deep red liquid catch the dim light of the room. The silence between us wasn’t awkward—it never was—but tonight, it felt heavy kind of. My heart was filled with words I wasn’t sure I wanted to say.