Chapter 240

• Matteo’s POV
• The restaurant was quieter than I expected for a Friday night, with low lighting and soft jazz playing in the background. It wasn’t my usual kind of spot, but I’d had a rough day and needed something different—a change of scenery to get out of my own head.
• I’d spent the entire week trying not to think about Gianna, but everything reminded me of her. Every corner of the office, every passing comment from a coworker. Even sitting alone at a table for two felt like some cruel reminder that I wasn’t supposed to be here—alone.