Matteo walked straight to his father’s office after arriving at the castle. He had spent the entire morning trying to focus on his exam rather than thinking about Aurora, who was sitting alone in his apartment. When he came back, his heart ached at seeing her so broken, her eyes red from the tears she had shed after Lorenzo told her about the night he fled with her. Even though he didn’t know her parents, and all this had happened before he was even born, he shared her grief. There was nothing he could do other than holding her, whispering sweet nothings into her ear that she was too distracted to hear.
He didn’t want to leave her alone by the time she had calmed down enough to tell him about her parent’s last fight, interrupted by sobs and hiccups, so he delayed their departure from Mil
