Shouting

Viviana's POV

The night air in Florence felt cool against my skin as Emilio’s car pulled up in front of the Villa.

It was well after midnight and the city had quieted down. The streetlights cast soft golden pools across the pavement, and the world finally felt still after the long, exhausting evening.

Emilio turned off the engine and looked at me with an easy smile.

“Well,” he said, leaning back