The last two days of the Maison Laurent campaign arrived with a strange mixture of exhaustion and anticipation. The studio buzzed with the frantic energy of a team racing toward the finish line, but beneath the chaos was a sense of accomplishment, a quiet pride in what they had built together. Sienna felt it too—an undercurrent of relief that the end was finally in sight, tempered by the bittersweet knowledge that this chapter of her life was closing.
She expected the final stretch to be intense. She did **not** expect Luca’s found family to descend on London like a coordinated storm. She arrived at the studio Thursday morning to find Luca outside the entrance, phone in hand, jaw tight in a way that suggested trouble.
“What happened?” she asked.
He sighed. “They’re here.”
“Who?”
He ga
