Gia’s POV
Gia waited until the shouting downstairs faded to muffled whimpering. Then she made her entrance—coffee in one hand, fake concern in the other.
Leo was sitting on the sofa in the living room—Aubriella clamping onto him like a koala bear.
“Leo,” she said softly. “I didn’t mean to upset her. I just assumed she knew about the trip.”
Leo looked up at her with clenched jaws, but didn’t say anything—only nodding instead.
Aubriella sniffled from the couch. “She’s lying! She did it on purpose!”
“Aubriella, stop it!” Leo snapped.
“I said I was sorry,” Gia replied evenly, taking a seat on the arm of a nearby chair. “If you want to take her instead, that’s fine. Marco and I will be just fine here.”
Aubriella’s head snapped up. “Wait—what? Marco’s staying?”
Gia shrugged. “It’s safe
