*Natalia*
I don’t know why I had challenged him.
I’ve always been impulsive, but challenging the Don of the Italian mafia to woo me wasn’t just taking the cake, but the whole damn bakery with it.
Maybe I just wanted to see how far he would go for me, how deep the feelings he claimed he had for me truly were. Or maybe I wanted to test him, to see if I could really capture his heart for my family, just to break it in the worst way possible.
Or maybe I wanted to see if he felt it too, this deep connection I’d never experienced before with anyone, this intense longing to be by his side, to talk to him and be near him.
I didn’t know.
Whatever my expectations had been, Tallon had certainly surpassed them.
“And voila! The best gelato in the world!” Tallon grinned like a kid, handing me the sugary dessert in a cup.
I giggled, feeling like I was on the edge of a cliff, one puff of wind from blowing me over the edge as I gladly took the cup of dessert.
