I looked at Giorgio—truly looked at him, cataloging every detail of his confident posture, his self-satisfied expression. He was still immersed in the arrangement he believed was nearing completion, still convinced that all the pieces were falling into place according to his design.
Completely unguarded.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" he asked, a hint of amusement coloring his voice.
"It's nothing," I said softly, letting warmth bleed into my tone. "I just suddenly feel that with you here, things don't seem so difficult."
He was clearly pleased—the compliment landing exactly where I had aimed it.
"Very soon," he said, reaching out to trace his thumb along my jaw, "you'll officially be by my side. The alliance will be sealed, and our families will be bound by blood and honor."
I nodded, my smile perfectly measured—neither too eager nor too reserved.
"That night," I added, holding his gaze, "I'll give you a surprise."
His interest was instantly piqued, his eyes sharpening with curiosity. "What kind of surprise?"
"Be patient," I murmured. "You'll like it."