Chapter 59

Viola had made dinner. And it was delicious. Leonardo came back home to the smell of spaghetti wafting into his nostrils. She invited him to have dinner. He was surprised at the gesture, she didn't have to and yet she did, he wondered why she had even bothered.

The clinking of cutlery and the soft hum of the music playing in the background filled the air as they savored their meal. Viola stole a glance at Leonardo, who looked dashing in his suit that he had not taken off, and her heart raced. She took a deep breath and decided it was now or never. Vanessa visiting had made her think about some things and she decided that now, more than ever, they needed to clarify their relationship.

They were mates, that was true, but lately it felt like something more had been blooming between the two of them. Something deeper.

"Leonardo," she began hesitantly, "there's something I've been wanting to talk to you about."

Leonardo, his eyes warm and attentive, put down his fork. "What is it, Viola?