After the overwhelming chaos at the mall, Allesandro led Ever and the twins into an exclusive Italian restaurant, owned by a close family friend.
"Finally," Matteo sighed, running a hand through his hair as he settled into his chair. "Boss, remind me never to let you walk in public without extra security again."
Allesandro smirked, ignoring Matteo's complaint as he pulled out a chair for Ever. "Sit, dolcezza. You need to eat something good after all that stress."
Ever hesitated before sitting down, glancing at Isla and Leo, who were already making themselves comfortable. "You didn't have to do all that back there, Allesandro. The guards, the reporters... You know how the media is."
Allesandro leaned closer, his voice low but firm. "And you know I don't care what they think. What I care about is you and our kids."
Ever swallowed, looking away. Before she could respond, a waiter arrived with a tray of freshly baked bread and olive oil.