After he expressed his thoughts, Fiorella's lips curled into a subtle smirk, and she lapsed into a thoughtful silence. Ascending towards the fringe of the picturesque valley, the heart of the De Marco clan's domain, she unbound her sleek black hair, allowing them to cascade freely in the gentle breeze.
Refocusing on him, her demeanor subtly shifted.
"[You have not faced your parents yet, have you?]"
She inquired, pausing to fix him with a direct and penetrating gaze. In that moment, her posture transformed, shedding any semblance of her casual human guise to reveal the predatory, yet playful alien creature within her.
"[What if I choose to meet with them, much as you seek to converse with my father, Salvatore de Marco?]"
Her inquiry resonated with deeper implications, transcending the simplicity of a mere question.
