ALESSANDRO'S POV:
"Giulia?!!" I murmur under my breath as my eyes remain comically wide open.
Unable to control myself, I start walking in that direction. My steps double until I'm almost running. I ignore the calls of my men and also the Irish.
The figure keeps moving farther away until I can barely make out the back profile. The hair. It's the same. Golden blonde with few black strands.
The person turns around and I come to a stop. It's not Giulia. My heart sinks to the bottom of my stomach as I realize that I've been chasing an imagination.
I'm completely unsettled the whole walk back to my men. If there was a way, I would have canceled the meeting and moved to a better time and place, but work can't wait. The family is counting on me.
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AURELIA'S POV:
