Fiorella chuckled softly in her deep, melodious voice, and with an amused expression, she looked directly into his eyes.
"Quell'accento ti perseguiterà ancora per molto tempo."
"That accent of yours will haunt you for quite some time."
She whispered melodious words in her native language and slightly narrowed her eyes. Her gaze became ordinary, devoid of her typical imperiousness and inherent arrogance. The only constant around her was the unnatural calmness radiating from her being, making the distant hum of the engines seem insignificant.
"Promettimi che non cambierai troppo. Voglio che tu rimanga esattamente come sei adesso."
"Promise me you will not change much. I like you just as you are right now."
Fiorella whispered again in Italian, closed her steely blue eyes, and leaned in to kiss him properly.
"Non preoccuparti, tra pochi giorni vedrai la tua Ciara con i tuoi stessi occhi."
"Worry not - in just a few days, you will see Ciara with your own eyes."
