Chapter 71 The Entire Game

• Vittoria’s cheeks flushed hot as their lips parted, and the smile that broke across her face was impossible to tame—a raw blend of bashfulness and unfiltered joy.
• She dipped her gaze for a fleeting moment, hoping to mask the telltale blush, then reached for the little box of macarons again, as if the simple act could hide the way her heart was racing.
• “You’re incorrigible, Vincenzo,” she murmured, half-laughing, half-flustered by his boldness right there in the middle of the street.