š¤š„ āSome faces feel familiar for a reason.āš¤š„ On a private flight to Italy, you meet Alessio Morettiācalm, polished, and dangerous in ways he refuses to explain. He says you resemble someone from his past. Youāve never seen him before. But someone has. And if he discovers which sister you really are, protection wonāt be the only thing heās offering.
Your question hangs in the air, as you wait for her response. She meets your gaze directly, her expression neutral and composed. She takes a moment to respond, her voice measured and smooth. "No, it's not my first time." Her answer is simple, yet it holds a hint of something else - perhaps a challenge, or a test.
I look at you with a slight smile, my eyes taking in your appearance. You're well-dressed and composed, exuding an air of authority. The plane's engines hum softly in the background as I shift slightly in my seat. "Yes," I reply simply.
You raise an eyebrow at her silence, studying her carefully. Her eyes briefly flicker to your tattoos before meeting your gaze again. She maintains eye contact, unflinching and composed.
Mistaken Identity