"You wanna go and choose your room upstairs, buddy?" Luca asked Leon.
Leon’s eyes went wide. "I can choose my own room?"
Luca smirked. "Yes. You can even choose your wing. Do you want the west wing or the right wing?"
Leon gasped, spinning toward the grand staircase. "I'm going to see all of the rooms!" He bolted up the stairs, his laughter echoing through the house.
"Leon, wait! Be careful!" I called after him. My heart clenched at the thought of him running through an unfamiliar place. What if there were stairs he could trip on? Something he could knock over?
"Relax," Luca said, waving me off before calling out, "Maria!"
A young woman appeared from the hallway, moving swiftly toward us. She was petite, dressed in a neat uniform, her dark hair pulled into a tight bun.
"Mr. Morelli.
