~Alina’s POV~ Giulia and I had spent the whole day at the spa, pampering ourselves and little Ivana after the chaos of the week. Now, with our stomachs rumbling with hunger, we headed straight for dinner in the castle. Val had been flooding my phone with texts, whining about how bored he was without me. “Come home fast, moglie mia, I missed you and, of course, I can’t wait to see your new nails and kiss your hands silly,” his text read. I grinned at the screen just as we stepped through the massive front doors, Ivana tucked against my hip, her tiny fingers yanking at my hoop earrings like always. “Even after yesterday, she’s still here,” Giulia muttered under her breath, disgust dripping from every word. "Just how desperate could she become?" I glanced up from my phone as we started up the grand marble staircase that swept straight to the top floor, our private wing. “Nikita? You really thought she’d pack up and leave?” “Yes. I mean, that’s what any sane person would
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