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Sienna woke the next morning with the same heaviness she had carried into sleep, a quiet ache that had settled beneath her ribs and refused to loosen its grip. Luca was already up, the faint sounds of him moving through the penthouse drifting into the bedroom — the soft clink of a mug, the low hum of the espresso machine, the muted rustle of him opening a cabinet. Normally those sounds soothed her, grounding her in the gentle domesticity they had built together, but today they only reminded her of how fragile she felt, how easily one question had cracked open a part of her she had spent years trying to seal shut.She lay still for a moment, staring at the ceiling, letting the memories she had tried to outrun for so long creep back in. They came quietly, without drama, without warning — the way old wounds always did. She remembered the way her last relationship had ended, not with a fight or a betrayal, but with a slow, steady withdrawal she hadn’t reco

The fallout from the ex‑girlfriend’s interview spread faster than either of them expected. By the next morning, the story had been picked up by every gossip site with a pulse, each one twisting her words into something sharper, louder, more sensational. Headlines blared across Sienna’s phone like sirens she couldn’t silence. MORETTI’S EX WARNS: “HE ALWAYS LEAVES.” IS SIENNA NEXT? INSIDERS SAY SHE SHOULD BE WORRIED. She tried not to read them, but they found her anyway — in notifications, in forwarded messages, in the sympathetic looks from strangers who thought they understood her life better than she did. Even Emilia texted her a simple Ignore it, which only made the knot in her stomach tighten further. 

 GROUP CHAT: “THE DISASTER SIBLINGS + MATTEO + THEO”(Emilia renamed it. Luca has tried to change it back four times.) Emilia:EVERYONE.EMERGENCY.CODE BLACK.CODE VELVET BOX. Matteo:I’m literally parallel parking.If this is not life‑altering, I’m crashing into a tree. Theo:I’m in the middle of colour grading.If this is about your hair again, I swear— Luca:Emilia.What did you do. Emilia:WHY DOES EVERYONE ASSUME I DID SOMETHING.I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING.YOU did so

 Sienna had always trusted her instincts, not because they were dramatic or loud or prophetic, but because they were quiet and steady and usually right. They guided her in her work, in her relationships, in the delicate balance of knowing when to step forward and when to step back. And for the past two days, those instincts had been whispering the same thing over and over again: something was happening. Not something catastrophic or dangerous. But something. It lingered in the air like the faintest shift in weather, a subtle change in pressure that made her skin prickle and her thoughts sharpen. She felt it in the way Luca watched her when he thought she wasn’t looking, in the way Emilia kept hovering near her like a malfunctioning satellite, in the way Matteo and Theo kept exchanging glances that were far too dramatic to be casual.&nbs

 GROUP CHAT: “THE DISASTER SIBLINGS + MATTEO + THEO” Matteo:Luca.We need to talk.Now. Luca:I’m in a meeting. Matteo:No, you’re not.I can see your location.You’re at home.In the kitchen.Standing very still.Like a man trying to blend into the furniture. Theo:Oh my god he’s doing the statue thing again. Emilia:LUCA ANSWER HIM.I’M TOO EMOTIONALLY FRAGILE FOR THIS. Luca:I’m not doing the statue thing.I&rs