Valentina

“Valentina, your father may and may not have sent a convoy to come get you.”

“You don't mean it.” I say taking one last look at myself.

“Come see for yourself.”

I peep out the window to see mother wasn't lying. A knock on the door draws our attention.

“Go check, while I quickly thrown on a robe. I'll join you shortly.” mother informs.

“Good morning Miss Matteo.” An elderly man greets.

Miss Matteo??

“Good morning.”

“I'm Alberto, Mr Matteo’s chief of security.”

“Hi, Mr Alberto. It's nice to meet you.”

“Please call me Alberto.”

Mother appears just in time.

“Good morning Sofi.” he greets smiling warmly.

“Good morning Alberto, you've met my daughter in person.”

“Yes I have, a splitting image of you but the red hair sure comes from madame Rosemarie.”

“Yeah. Take good care of my princess.”

“I sure will. You can trust she's in good hands.”

“No doubt. Drive safe.”

Am I the only one picking up on the suspicious vibes between Mother and Alberto, Sofi? Really? I can't wait to return and uncover