Dance of Defiance

Alessia's POV

I stiffened. "This is what's meant to be. Rocco's not that bad."

"I won't fight you on this." He paused. "If you say so."

The doubt in his voice was clear.

The music shifted then, a slow Italian melody drifting through the speakers.

Domenico's expression changed, becoming almost vulnerable. He held out his hand and pleaded, "One last dance, pretty please? Before you become Mrs.