OSTARA’S POVSunday evening rolled in quiet and gold, the lake reflecting streaks of light that looked like they were being drawn out by hand. The villa smelled like rosemary and baked bread. Donna had been playing in the sun most of the afternoon and was now inside, doing her best to choose which earrings Davina should wear for dinner.It had been a good week. Uneventful. Unpressured. Peter hadn’t shown up once.That should’ve been a relief. Instead, I found myself checking my phone more often than I wanted to admit. Replaying the last conversation in my head like a loop that wouldn’t quiet down. His restraint had left space, and that space—unexpectedly—had made me curious.So I sent a message. Short and clear.Dinner? Just us girls and one brave man. 7:30. Casual.He replied with a single thumbs-up emoji and nothing else. I didn’t know why that irritated me.But he showed up exactly on time.Peter arrived in a navy open-collar shirt and slacks, no tie, holding a bouquet of small w
OSTARA’S POVAs promised, Peter didn’t reach out for an entire week.Not a single message. Not a casual “How’s the view today?” Not even a forwarded itinerary or a wine suggestion.Just silence. Polite, deliberate silence.And I couldn’t decide if it impressed me… or annoyed me.That week, Donna and I made Lake Como our own. We explored the cobblestone streets in the nearby villages, tried too many variations of pistachio gelato, hired a boat that Donna insisted she would captain, which meant sitting at the helm in oversized sunglasses, ordering the captain, who took her very seriously, and spotted at least two celebrities sunbathing on private docks. Davina nearly passed out when she realized one of them had liked one of her old Instagram posts from 2019.She spent the rest of that afternoon “casually” fixing her hair.Bethany relaxed, too. She had that watchful stillness about her most days, but even she began walking more slowly, sitting longer in the sun, taking longer pauses wit
OSTARA’S POVHe nearly choked on his wine as the words left my mouth. “You said you wanted to be honest…” I said. “So be honest.” He wiped his mouth with the corner of his linen napkin. “Yes.” I leaned back in my chair. “This has all been a tactic.” He shook his head. “First, allow me to say I am impressed you figured that out.” “Do you want me to feel flattered?” I asked accusingly. “I know you don’t care to be flattered, Ostara. I’m just expressing my admiration. It’s respectable.” “And you’re not just saying that to get Harvest Bloom into your portfolio?” “Wouldn’t dream of it,” he grinned. “Look, it’s true that other chocolate brands are interested. And it’s true that I can’t wait forever… I have to launch some day. But I’m not going to pressure you into working with me. You should be happy… even if it’s with Zenith.” That felt uncomfortable to hear. I didn’t even want the insinuation of working with Anthony’s company. “Struck a nerve, did I?” he asked knowingly, taking
OSTARA’S POVThe sun hit different in Italy.That was my first thought when we stepped off the jet in Milan, and the warmth of early spring air kissed my skin. Lighter. Softer. Like someone had turned the world down to a gentler volume.Donna let out a little whoop as the breeze blew through her curls, bouncing on her toes in her little sneakers.“I can already smell pizza,” she announced to no one.Davina raised her sunglasses and smiled. “I told you this kid had priorities.”Bethany was behind us, juggling two of Donna’s bags with the kind of ease only she could manage. She didn’t complain, just scanned the tarmac for our next ride.I took one slow breath.This wasn’t home. It wasn’t safety. But it was quiet. And right now, that was enough.A sleek black helicopter sat waiting just ahead, blades beginning to slow. The pilot waved us forward.Donna tugged at my sleeve. “We’re going up again?”I nodded. “Just a little further, then we’ll rest.”“And gelato?”I laughed. “You’ll survi
ANTHONY’S POVThe next morning, I didn’t rush.I woke up before the alarm, left my phone face down, and took my time getting ready. For once, I didn’t jump straight into my inbox. I wasn’t in the mood to watch the silence.Mark was already downstairs when I made it to the sitting room. He had a mug of black coffee in one hand and a digital map pulled up on his laptop, marked with a dozen pins.“You’re up early,” I said.“So are you,” he replied, eyes still on the screen.I sat down across from him.“What is that?”“Checkpoints.” He turned the laptop toward me. “Foot traffic. Staff access. Service entrances. Public-facing routes. I’ve placed six spotters around Harvest Bloom for the next few days. If Miss Montgomery is anywhere near that building, we’ll have eyes.”I nodded, quietly impressed by the precision. “You’re not expecting to see her walk out, are you?”“I’m not expecting anything,” he said. “But I’ve learned to prepare for everything.”I didn’t disagree.He shut the laptop ge
OSTARA’S POVDonna was asleep. Finally.She’d curled into herself, one arm thrown over her deer plush, legs tucked high under the blanket. Her hair was a mess, and her cheeks were still slightly pink from the panic of earlier. I sat at the edge of her bed for a while, just watching her sleep. Her breathing was soft. Steady. Nothing like it had been an hour ago.I closed my eyes for a second, just to gather myself. Everything about today had spun me sideways.When I stood up, I closed her door quietly behind me and walked out into the hallway. The air felt too still. I needed to step outside, ground myself.The terrace doors were open just a crack. I pushed them wider and walked out barefoot onto the stone tiles. The wind was cool, steady. The sky was already turning dark.Elijah was sitting on the outdoor couch, legs crossed, his laptop on his knees, eyes narrowed at something. Ethan was curled up in the armchair across from him, one knee up, a thick book resting on it.They both loo