The Plan

ARYA’S POV Giovanni stepped out from the study, positioning himself beside Enzo, and I felt my face flush with embarrassment. I quickly tried to hide the Italian-English dictionary behind my back, pressing it against my spine like that would make it invisible. But Giovanni's eyes tracked the movement immediately, and he raised his brows in suspicion. "What's that?" he asked, his voice deceptively casual. "Nothing," I said quickly. "Just a book I was reading." His hand extended. "Let me see it." "It's really not anything important." "Arya." The warning in his voice was clear. I reluctantly pulled the dictionary from behind my back and handed it over. Giovanni flipped through it, his frown getting deeper with each page he turned. He stopped on a page I had dog-eared and let out a sharp laugh that held no humor. "Were you spying on us?" he asked, looking up at me with those storm-cloud eyes. "I wasn't… I stammered, trying to find words that would make this better. "I just wanted to und