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“Get the maids. Have her cleaned up and dressed. And get Rosa to prepare something light immediately,” Enzo said. I looked at him. “I can take care of myself now.” “You’re still too weak.” “I don’t feel that weak.” He gave me a look. “Or would you rather I do it myself?” I stared at him. “You wouldn’t dare.” A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Bruno cleared his throat. “I’ll get the maids.” He left before either of us could say anything else. Enzo walked to the wardrobe, picked out a clean shirt and trousers, then disappeared into the bathroom. Five minutes later, he was dressed and adjusting his watch when Rosa entered with two other maids. “I’ll be right outside if you need anyth

ENZO's POV By noon, I had passed the sitting room twice. Both times, Nina and Luca were still talking. They had been at it since morning, and apparently had no intention of stopping anytime soon. I stood near the doorway for a moment, watching them. Nina looked different with Luca around. Lighter. She smiled more. She spoke freely. Whatever walls she’d put up since waking seemed to disappear whenever her brother was beside her. With me, it was different. Since she woke up, we hadn’t talked about us. Not once. She hadn’t asked about what happened between us. She hadn’t mentioned the things we’d said before Sicily, the things we’d never finished saying, or the fact that I’d spent five months waiting for her to open her eyes. Nothing. It felt deliberate. As if there was one particular conversation she had no intention of having with me. I left them to it and went back to my office. I had barely sat down when my phone rang. I looked at the screen. Nonno.

“Sophia?” I said, recognizing her. “Well, well, well,” Sophia said, a smile spreading across her face. “Look who it is.” “Sophia… you work here?” “Isn’t this the bitch who stole my life?” I frowned. “What do you mean, stole your life?” Sophia had never been a fan of mine at La Scala, although she had always made sure to praise me whenever we were around other people. Madam Caruso mostly gave me the lead roles… Sophia would compliment my dancing, tell me how talented I was and then, the moment I was out of sight, talk about me behind my back. I knew about it, but I always pretended I didn’t. “I left,” I said. “I heard you were given lead roles.” “You left?” She let out a horrible laugh. “Or you ran off with a sugar daddy and cleared your apartment six months later without even informing Madam Caruso?” My expression hardened. “I didn’t run off with anyone.” “Of course not.” “I had my reasons for leaving.” “You disappeared without saying a word.” “I don’t owe you

Enzo’s POV I was already out of my office when Bruno brought me my car keys. “Get the car ready,” I ordered. I had barely reached the entrance when my phone rang. Nina. I picked up immediately. “Nina?” I heard nothing but static. Then came a loud crash. The call went dead. My entire body went still. “Nina?” I called back immediately, but the phone was already unreachable. “Bruno!” He was already moving. “Drive.” He didn’t need me to say it twice. Bruno pushed the car forward, accelerating out of the estate while the security vehicles followed close behind us. “What happened?” he asked. “I don’t know.” My grip tightened around the phone. “All I heard was a crash.” Bruno glanced at me through the mirror before focusing back on the road. I said nothing. My mind was already running through every possibility, and none of them were good. The drive that should have taken longer felt like an eternity. By the time we arrived, several police v

“Tesoro.” The familiar name made something flutter in my chest, and I hated that I felt my cheeks warm. I looked at him. “I was scared earlier,” he said. His voice had changed. He looked ahead for a moment, as though he was trying to find the right words. “I thought…” He paused and sighed. “Why did you choose to stay?” I frowned slightly. “You could have gone to Paris and never looked back.” “You think I stayed for you?” His eyes met mine. “I want to rebuild my life here. In Milan.” He didn’t answer immediately. “Nina, I’m sorry.” I looked at him. “I hurt you before. I know you don’t want to talk about Sicily, but give me this chance to show you how sorry I really am.” “Enzo, I’m not mad.” I shook my head. “I guess we all had our misunderstandings.” Something softened in his expression. He leaned toward me. My heart immediately started beating faster. For a second, I thought he was going to kiss me. I didn’t move. Neither did he. Then