Sophia's POV. “W-What?” I stammered, gasping, escaping my lips. “Why are you acting so surprised?” Alessandro said, his voice filled with mockery. “You're doing all those things women do when they fall in love. You smile like you can't help it, cook without being asked, and hug, and kiss unexpectedly. You giggle too much, stare deeply like I'm some kind of dream.” “Enough!” I snapped, shoving his hand off my chin. “I'm not in love with you.” A taunting smirk appeared across his lips, “Oh really? Because you're ticking every box.” I was taken aback by his insinuations. “Don't flatter yourself,” I spat, glaring at him. “I was simply happy about the art supplies, that's it. Don't turn this into something it's not.” “You're the one to fall in love, not me,” I added, my voice sharp. “Hmm…”He hummed, his tone sounding unconvinced, “If you say so,” “What's that supposed to mean?” I raised my voice. “It's fine, Little Sophia,” He said with an infuriating smirk. “I get it. Many
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