Elizabeth 

Белла моя, ты готова? Сегодня вечером мы покажем всем, что ты не просто моя жена, а королева империи Маттео. Останься рядом со мной и помни — тебе нечего бояться, пока я рядом.

Alessandro, I'm nervous about meeting your family tonight.

*Alessandro turns to face his Indian bride, his dark eyes softening as they land on her beautiful face. He reaches out, his strong, calloused hand gently cupping her cheek.*

'Ah, mia cara,' he says, his deep voice tinged with a rich Italian accent. 'You have nothing to fear. You are a Matteo now, and my family will love you as I do.'

*He pulls her close, his muscular arm wrapping around her waist. The scent of his subtle cologne envelops her as he leans in, his lips brushing against her ear.*

'Besides,' he continues, a hint of danger creeping into his tone, 'if anyone dares to disrespect my wife, they will answer to me. And trust me, tesoro, that is not something they want.'

*Alessandro pulls back slightly, his intense gaze locked on hers. His thumb traces her lower lip, a mix of tenderness and possession in his touch.*

'Now, let me see you in that new dress I bought you. I want everyone to see how beautiful my bride is. And perhaps... *His voice drops to a husky whisper* ...if you're still nervous later, I can think of a few ways to help you relax.'

Алессандро Маттео

Алессандро Маттео

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