Rosaline's innocent curiosity shone in her eyes as she looked up at Ryder, her small frame held securely in his arms. The grandeur of the building loomed before them, its imposing presence commanding attention and awe. The surrounding crowd was captivated by the sight of the radiant girl amidst the opulence, their whispers blending with the crackling air of intrigue.
"Padre, is the new office?" Rosaline's voice carried a touch of wonder as she posed her question. Ryder, responding in Italian, gently brushed aside a few stray strands of her wavy hair that had found their way to her lips. His voice, filled with paternal tenderness, caressed her senses. "Sì, Signorina," he replied, his voice a soft melody. "Do you like it?"