Chapter 88. He Shouldn’t Be in Sophia’s Room

Elena POV

The smell of fresh coffee and warm cornetti drifts through the kitchen…..buttery, sweet, filled with honey that melts the moment you tear one open.

My hair is still damp from the shower, my body still humming with every memory of Riccardo’s hands, his voice, his confession.

The confession he completely walked out on.

I step into the bright, modern dining room to find Vincenzo and Nico already sitting at the long, marble table, arguing about something so serious.

They stop immediately when they hear me walk in.

“Is everything fine??” I ask, glancing at Vincenzo, then at Nico.

Vincenzo lifts his head first, eyes scanning me with that intense big-brother stare he probably thinks is subtle.

Nico just grins and pulls out a chair for me.

“Good morning, dear Elena,” Nico says. “Glad to see you’re doing and looking better today than you were these past days.”

Of course, who wouldn’t feel and look better after being