Chapter 102 An Ornament

• Fabrizio turned at the sound of her voice, his movement slow and deliberate, as if savoring every detail of the unexpected interruption.
• His eyes scanned the woman's figure from the soft curve of her lips, still molded in greeting, to the subtle sway of her body as she crossed the room.
• He noted how the light caught in her hair and how the fabric of her dress moved with her steps, and for a fleeting moment, Fabrizio seemed to forget the tension with Vincenzo, captivated entirely by the impact of her presence.