#35

Eve’s POV:

As we disembarked from the gondola and stepped onto solid ground, the enchantment of Venice continued to weave its magic around us. We wandered through the labyrinthine streets, drawn to each other in a way that felt both familiar and foreign.

Eventually, we stumbled upon a cozy Italian restaurant tucked away in a quiet corner. It exuded an intimate ambiance that seemed to invite us in, promising an evening of shared moments and whispered conversations. As we settled at our table, I reached for the menu, intending to ask the waiter for another one in English. But before I could say anything, Ryan's hand covered mine gently, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through me.

I looked up at him, and his gaze held a warmth that spoke volumes. With a smile, he took the menu from my hand, and without needing any words, he ordered for me in fluent Italian. His choices were perfect, a testament to how well he still knew me.

"You still remember my preferences?" I asked, genuine su