_Thalassa's POV_
Despite Matteo's efforts to distract me with a romantic date at an Italian restaurant, my mind remained consumed by worries about the future. As we sat across from each other, surrounded by the cozy ambiance of the restaurant, Matteo's words drifted in and out of focus as I struggled to push aside my anxieties.
I appreciated his gestures of affection, his attempts to lighten the mood with his charming banter, but beneath the facade of smiles and laughter, the weight of uncertainty still loomed heavy in my heart.
The aroma of freshly baked pizza filled the air, but even the tantalizing scent failed to stir my appetite. I picked at my food, my thoughts drifting back to the impending full moon and the looming deadline for finding a solution to my curse.
Suddenly, Matteo's
