"It’s only going to be for a year," Rosa explained quickly, her fingers nervously curling into the fabric of his shirt as she watched his expression. "I want to get my education in fashion design. I want to follow in my mom’s footsteps, Vanni."

Giovanni stared at her for a long moment, the initial shock slowly fading from his dark features. To her surprise, his gaze softened, a quiet pride replacing the confusion.

"I am happy for you, Cara," he murmured honestly, his large hands settling back onto her waist. "I am glad you found something you want to do. But—"

"There are no buts," Rosa interrupted firmly, pressing a...