“True,” Sofia agreed, still chuckling. “But that’s just how he is. He doesn’t trust easily. And when he does, he goes overboard.”
I shook my head, leaning back against the pillows. “It’s frustrating. I feel like I’m constantly being watched.”
“Welcome to the De Luca world,” Sofia said with a grin. “Privacy is a foreign concept here.”
I gave her a small smile, but it didn’t last long. The weight of everything I was hiding pressed against my chest, making it hard to breathe.
Sofia noticed the shift in my expression, her brow furrowing. “Hey,” she said softly, reaching out to touch my hand. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I said quickly, but my voice wavered.
“Isabella,” Sofia said, her tone firm. “Don’t lie to me. Something’s bothering you. What is it?”
“It’s nothing,” I insisted, forcing
