Emelia's POV
"I had to come see you off, of course." Grandpa Antonio smiled at me. "You don't think I would let my favorite granddaughter leave for Italy without me saying goodbye, do you?"
My smile faded almost immediately. "W-wait, you know? Then does that mean that Victor—"
"He doesn't." Grandpa was quick to reassure me. "Given everything that's happened between you two, I've made sure to keep this a secret."
"But how do you know?"
"Ezra's been a good friend of mine since my college days. We entered the jewelry design industry together, but clearly one of us took it more seriously." Then he hesitated for a moment. "She, um, she also mentored Victor for a little while. So, she may or may not have told me about…"
"Let's go inside." I interrupted him and held the door open. "We can talk more once we're comfortable and sitting."
As grandpa came inside the home, his eyes looked around at the packed suitcases and boxes of belongings that were stacked in the foyer. When he turned to look a
