Chiara’s POV
“Don’t you ever scare me like that again,” I warned, pulling the car into the driveway. My eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, where Luca and Sofia sat silently, wide-eyed and guilty.
They didn’t respond right away, but their guilt was obvious. I took a deep breath, forcing calm for their sake. I’d already lectured them—one reminder was enough. I opened my door and stepped out, waiting for them to follow.
As soon as we entered the villa, Anita rushed toward us. Her face was pale, hair slightly tousled, and her hands trembled as she clasped them together.
“I’m so, so sorry!” she blurted, voice cracking. “I don’t know how they managed to—”
“Anita, it’s okay,” I said firmly but gently, resting a hand on her shoulder. “I know how much you care about them, and I’m not blaming
