Desperate

LEONARDO'S POV

While walking out of the restaurant with Alessio, Isabella, and Elizabetta, I couldn't resist stealing glances at Rosalina. The way her eyes sparkled when she laughed, the fire in her spirit, and her unapologetic confidence were alluring beyond words. She had a magnetic presence that drew me in, and I found myself captivated by her every move.

It was the way she carried herself with that high-and-mighty aura. Some might mistake it for arrogance, but I knew this woman was the epitome of confidence.

But there was also a vulnerability beneath her tough exterior that I could relate to, having lost my own mother at a young age. Our shared experience of loss seemed to have lifted a certain barrier between us.

With each step, her dark hair swayed gracefully as we strolled down the sidewalk, and I couldn't help but admire her elegance. Despite her initial resistance, I respected her fiercely independent nature. It was a refreshing change from the typical social norms I was accu