Raffaele’s POV
I kept my hand resting lightly on Sofia’s shoulder as we walked through the corridor, ensuring she stayed close. She was a handful—there was no denying that—but there was also something captivating about her boldness and quick wit. Beside her, Luca trailed silently, his sharp gaze darting around the hall, memorizing every detail. He had always been observant, meticulous even.
I shook my head to clear the thoughts crowding me. I couldn’t stop replaying the scene back in the restaurant. Lorenzo had acted… so at ease with them. It grated on me, how natural he seemed with the twins, as if they belonged to him.
A flicker of doubt gnawed at me. What if Lorenzo…?
No. Chiara would have told me if—
She had always been secretive about the twins’ father, and I respected that. But
