Since her afternoon classes didn't start until later, Rosalia spent her morning tucked away in the quiet sanctuary of Giovanni's study. Spreading sheets of textured paper across the desk, she lost herself in drafting gown designs. A genuine smile touched her lips as she sketched the sweeping lines of a silk train.

After two hours of uninterrupted sketching, she gathered her papers and headed back to the master bedroom to get ready.

Just as she crossed the threshold, her phone buzzed in her hand. It was a text from Giovanni:

> Do you need anything?

>

Rosa stared at the screen, shaking her head as she mockingly whispered the words...