Mag-log in"Still up for another exhibit?" Noah asked."You bet," Elena replied with a forced smile.When Elena saw the first piece on display, she was pleasantly surprised. It was a strange piece—nothing like what she expected to see. It was clearly a sculpture of a teddy bear but with carved icons of differe
Joshua was clearly annoyed, though he was trying not to show it. "Hello again, Massimo," he said pleasantly enough. "Now why exactly did you ask me to meet with you?"Massimo huffed out a short laugh. "I would think the answer would be rather obvious, given the current situation," he replied. "You'r
Elena nodded. "Today's gonna be great, too!"Cameron chatted with Noah on potential outing spots to show Elena. On the outside, Elena nodded along with great interest. On the inside though, she was nervous.She's never spent time alone with Noah before! She trusts him because Sloane trusts him—and a
Elena opened the door to a see a man she didn't recognize. He was dressed in light but stylish, colorful button-up and perfectly beige pants. It reminded Elena of the types of outfits she saw on display when Massimo took her on shopping trips to high-end stores."Hello," she said, "how can I help yo
Elena did, in fact, like Sloane's home. It wasn't quite as big as the Ferraro estate but it was much bigger than her childhood home. It looked like a beach house out of a some teen movie with its light blue body and golden rooftop and window trims.The inside was just as spacious as Elena expected i
Before Elena knew it, her mother was running over, taking her suitcase, and then hugging her tightly."Hello, Elena," she said warmly. "I'm so glad to see you again."Her mother's voice cracked on the word "again" as she was overcome by her emotions. Elena found herself smiling at the simple but wel
"Yes," Elena quickly replied. "I'm free to see the two of you!"She couldn't believe it. Her husband had actually agreed to see her! And with Mr. Fabio there, Elena was confident she could plead her case—maybe she wouldn't be divorced after all!"Excellent," Mr. Fabio replied just as cheerily. "Then
Fabio drank from one of the French tea cups slowly. "This must be very important," he said. "You almost never ask for my advice—and never in person."Massimo didn't let a single emotion show on his face. He needed to be strictly professional in front of his grandfather."I want to divorce my wife,"
Elena wanted to beam at how excellently her boss had handled the situation—by bringing his personal doctor and offering her availability for emergencies, he had both shown off his generosity and called Tyler's preparations into question. But Elena didn't have the time to spare.She needed to be comp
Massimo's voice had almost sounded afraid.Elena quickly got dressed, grabbed her medical bag, and caught a taxi to the Ferraro estate. It was eerily quiet as she ran through the mansion. She didn't see a single mafia man or servant.Elena opened the doors to Massimo's office and was greeted by a gr







