Married to the Mafia Boss

h aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloping her like a warm hug. She

d already ordered a dark roast for himse

g into the seat across fr

about you?" he asked, his e

r mouth watering. "I can't decide! That chocolate croissan

aning back in his chair. "You sh

t! I think I'll go with the chocolate croissa

der, Luca watched her with an amused grin. "Y

ite, her eyes lighting up. "Oh wow, this is incr

e said, taking a sip of his coffee. "So,

s amazing homemade lasagna at my aunt's house once. She wouldn'

d, leaning in closer. "Food always tastes be

enthusiasm infectious. "What

lian restaurant in my old neighborhood. The chef would make these raviol

sity piqued. "What brought y

is smile fading slightly. "J

s words. "I get that. Sometimes a fresh

e returning to his eyes.

ks and enjoying the atmosphere around them. The chatter

he world right now, where would you go

reamed of exploring the cobblestone street

you on that adventure. Just imagine, us getting lost in t

at the thought. "But only if you promise to learn a

rinning. "I'll practice my '

head. "That's a solid start.

nd shared story wove an invisible thread that pulled them closer together. It

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tions of the art, leading to deeper conversations about their dreams and aspirations. Sofia admired Luca's passion for creativity, while he was captivated b

ch outing became a thread woven int

opcorn. The apartment was dimly lit, the glow of the TV casting flickering shadows. As they huddled under a blanket, popcorn bowls balanced on their laps, So

orite movie?" she asked. He hesitated, then shared a story about how it inspire

ghter filling the empty spaces in her heart. He listened intently, his ey

en songs that truly mattered. The music pulsed through the crowd as they danced, bodies swaying in unison. The band played their favorite song, and Luca pulled Sof

under the twinkling stars. When they pulled away, breathless, the world around them

as Sofia stared into h