Chapter 64

Roslyn's heels clicked softly on the marble floor as she walked toward the meeting room, her heart racing with anticipation.

She prayed silently, her hands clenched into fists.

Please, don't let it be him.

Not the Leonardo Moratti she knew.

The Prince of Italy, who had confessed his love for her.

The one she couldn't love back, fearing the vulnerability.

Fearing the risk of loving again after Alexander's betrayal.

Roslyn's thoughts swirled with memories of Leonardo's passionate declarations.

His words still echoed in her mind: "Ti amo, Roslyn. I love you."

But she had pushed him away, afraid to open her heart.

Afraid to surrender to love again.

Roslyn's composure began to fray.

She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the encounter.

As she pushed open the door to the meeting room, a tall, dark-haired figure stood up.

Their eyes met.

Roslyn's heart skipped a beat.

It was him.

Leonardo Moratti.