Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 80

Chapter 80 Our last night in Valentia coincided with the closing of the Harvest Festival. We had been at the celebration for nearly two hours, weaving through food stalls, local wines, and handmade crafts. The festival was even livelier than the first night, with musicians playing on every corner and young people dancing in the cobblestone streets. Christian looked completely at ease-more relaxed than I had ever seen him back in Verdania.

He chatted fluently in Valentian with the locals, many of whom had known him since childhood, and introduced me with a pride that didn't feel forced. To the community, we were simply a young couple in love, savoring an Valentian night. "You have to try this," he said, handing me a small cup of golden liquid. "Homemade lemon liqueur. Signora Ricci's recipe is legendary around here." I tasted it, feeling the warmth of the alcohol blend with the citrusy sweetness. "It's delicious!" I exclaimed, genuinely impressed.

The elderly woman who had served us smiled, saying something in Valentian that made Christian laugh. "What did she say?" I asked as we walked away. "She said you have good taste... in liqueurs and in husbands." His smile was both charming and smug, and I couldn't help but laugh. "Clearly she doesn't know you as well as she thinks." He feigned offense, placing a hand dramatically over his heart. "You wound my Valentian ego, Signora Kensington." A small pang hit me at the title.

It was so easy to forget, here in this enchanted place, that Signora Kensington was only a role I was playing temporarily. We kept walking, stopping to watch a group of traditional dancers in the center of the square. Children ran with colorful ribbons, elderly couples clapped along with the music, and the air was thick with the scents of food, wine, and pure joy. There was an authenticity to this celebration that was absent from the sophisticated events we attended in Verdania. Christian bought me a flower crown from a little girl, placing it on thy head with almost reverent care.

a lively conversation. While I waited, I observed the families around us-parents with children on their shoulders, grandparents holding hands with their grandchildren, couples of every age enjoying the evening. I wondered, not for the first time, what it would feel like to truly belong to this

with a perfect view of the festivities. As the waiter brought our espressos, Christian seemed pensive, almost serious compared to the lighthearted mood he'd been in earlier. "What are you thinking about?" I asked, adjusting the flower crown that was starting to slip. He hesitated, as if carefully choosing his words. "Our honeymoon is coming to an

had both consciously avoided thinking about the day-to-day reality of our staged

in what makes sense," Lagreed, trying to process the idea of living with Christian. was thinking of leaving Anthony in charge of the business in Budia." "Your cousin?" Fremembered him being briefly mentioned at

to prioritize the project and be near my grandfather. The west... I'll have

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