Chapter Fourteen - Whispers of the Past

Alessandro's expression immediately shifted, the warmth replaced by the cool mask of a businessman. "Of course," he said. "I'll be right there." He turned back to Amelia, regret clear in his eyes. "I'm sorry, but I have to go. We'll continue this another time?" Amelia nodded, trying to ignore the disappointment settling in her chest. "Of course. Duty calls." As she watched Alessandro stride away, Amelia couldn't help but feel a mix of relief and frustration. She knew getting involved with her boss would be complicated, but she couldn't deny the pull she felt towards him. A few days later, Alessandro invited Amelia to join him for dinner at one of Milan's most exclusive restaurants. The setting was intimate and elegant, with soft lighting and the gentle strains of a piano playing in the background. As they perused the menu, Alessandro leaned in, his voice low. "Order whatever you like. The chef here is a culinary genius." Amelia smiled, feeling both flattered and slightly overwhelm