She lounges by the villa’s infinity pool in a simple sundress, her hair cascading loosely over her shoulders. She’s chatting innocently with one of Damian’s guards, laughing at his broken English attempts to describe Italian cuisine. Damian watches from the balcony above, his jaw tightening slightly, but a smirk plays on his lips—he knows her game. She’s testing him, trying to spark jealousy to prove she isn’t fully his yet.