“Grace," Alessia called out, her voice breaking the silence that had enveloped the entire place. "Was that Dante?”

Grace froze in place, her eyes widening in shock. "What are you doing outside by this time, Ali?” She stuttered, her lips trembling.

Alessia’s gaze never wavered. “I couldn't sleep, so I came out for some fresh air," she said, her tone calm yet firm. "Was that Dante?”

Grace hesitated, finding it difficult to affirm. But she eventually gave a reluctant nod.

"Yes, it was Dante."

“Why? You're hanging out with Dante now?” Alessia’s voice rose, her frustration getting the best of her. "You know he is related to Marco, what are...