Deceptive Hearts

18

The next morning, the Italian sun rose lazily over the Santoro estate, casting a golden glow over the sprawling garden. Dante found himself outside, strolling with Rosseta by his side. It was quiet here, just the soft rustle of the leaves and the occasional chirping of birds. The air smelled of rosemary and lavender, the kind of peace that invited deep thoughts.

Rosseta, with her silver-streaked hair and sharp eyes, had always been a guiding presence in Dante’s life. Today, she seemed to carry a weight of seriousness, though her smile was gentle as she looked up at her grandson.

“Dante,” she began, her voice soft but commanding, “I wanted to talk to you about Alora.”

Dante raised an eyebrow, sensing the gravity in her tone. “What about her, Nonna?”

Rosseta took a deep breath, her hands folded neatly in front of her. “She’s a good woman. Strong-willed, intelligent, and I can see how much you care for her. But,” she paused, glancing at Dante to make sure he was listening closely, “are you sure this is what you want? Marriage is not a decision to be taken lightly, even for a Santoro.”

Dante’s jaw tightened slightly, his dark eyes focused on the path ahead. “I know, Nonna. I’m sure about Alora. She’s... different. I can’t imagine my life without her.”

Rosseta smiled, pleased by his conviction, though her gaze held a hint of sadness. “Love isn’t always easy, Dante. Especially not in our family. There are challenges, expectations, and risks that come with being a Santoro. But if you’re ready, then I have something for you.”

They stopped near a marble bench, and Rosseta reached into her coat pocket, pulling out a small, delicate box. She opened it to reveal a ring—old, with an intricate design that spoke of its history. The gold band gleamed in the sunlight, and at its center sat a single, deep emerald surrounded by tiny diamonds.

“This was your great-grandmother’s ring,” Rosseta said softly, her eyes glistening with emotion. “It’s been passed down from generation to generation, given to the bride of every Santoro man. It holds the legacy of our family, and now, it’s time for you to give it to Alora.”

Dante stared at the ring for a moment, the weight of his family’s history suddenly tangible. It was more than just a piece of jewelry—it was a promise, a symbol of his responsibility to Alora and their future together. He took the box from Rosseta’s hands, nodding solemnly.

“Thank you, Nonna. I’ll make sure Alora wears it proudly.”

Rosseta smiled, resting a hand on his arm. “I know you will, Dante. You’ve grown into a fine man. Just remember, love is about more than passion. It’s about trust, patience, and understanding. Protect her, but don’t smother her.”

Dante chuckled lightly, knowing his tendency to be overly protective. “I’ll try.”

Rosseta gave him one last meaningful look before they began walking back toward the house. Dante’s mind was swirling with thoughts, but the feel of the ring box in his hand anchored him. Alora was his, and soon, she’d be his wife. The thought filled him with a strange mixture of excitement and uncertainty.

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Meanwhile, inside the house, the women were already bustling with energy. Lucia, had insisted on taking Alora out for the day, and Victoria, ever the lively spirit, was more than eager to join. The trio had decided to explore the nearby town—a little village by the sea, where the cobblestone streets were lined with colorful houses and small markets.

Alora, though she had her own internal worries, was grateful for the distraction. The idea of exploring this quaint Italian town with Dante’s family sounded like the perfect way to ease her mind from the overwhelming thoughts of her mission and her growing feelings for him.

“Are you ready, Alora?” Victoria called from the doorway, her voice full of enthusiasm.

Alora smiled, grabbing her bag. “I’m ready. Lead the way.”

As they ventured out into the bright streets, the atmosphere was light and carefree. Lucia was full of stories about Dante’s childhood, recounting embarrassing moments that had both Alora and Victoria laughing.

“I remember once,” Lucia said, her eyes twinkling, “Dante tried to impress a girl at the market by carrying all her groceries. He ended up dropping everything in the middle of the square! The poor girl was mortified.”

Alora giggled, imagining a young Dante with his usual confidence, fumbling with bags of fruit and vegetables. “I wish I could have seen that.”

“Oh, he was so embarrassed,” Victoria chimed in. “I think that’s when he decided it was easier to be feared than loved.”

Lucia shook her head fondly. “He’s always been stubborn, but deep down, Dante has a good heart. You’re lucky to have caught his eye.”

Alora smiled at the comment, though her stomach fluttered with nerves. She didn’t just catch Dante’s eye—she had a mission, a purpose that she couldn’t forget. But the more time she spent with him, the harder it was to keep her emotions in check.

The day passed in a blur of laughter and exploration. They visited little boutiques, bought trinkets, and indulged in local pastries at a cozy café by the water. Alora felt like she was part of their family, despite the gnawing guilt that came with each passing moment.

As the sun began to set, casting a golden hue over the town, they made their way back to the Santoro estate. Alora’s mind wandered, thinking of Dante and the life she was slowly being pulled into. Could she really betray him? Could she marry him, knowing what she was sent to do?

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Back at the estate, Dante stood in front of the mirror, holding the ring box in his hand. His reflection stared back at him, the weight of the moment settling heavily on his shoulders. He wanted to give Alora the ring, to make her his officially. But something in her eyes lately made him wonder if she was holding back. He could feel her slipping, pulling away even though he had no intention of letting her go.

He clenched his jaw, determination hardening in his chest. Whatever it took, he wasn’t going to lose her. Alora was his, and no matter what stood in their way, he would make sure she stayed by his side.

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I hope you loved this chapter, it was pretty long, and I promised to make it up to you, so here it is.

Do you think I should switch between their POV's more often or just stick with Alora's side for a while?
I would love to read your suggestions! :)

Thank you!
Love y'all 💗

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