Alora's POV
My mind was racing with questions—questions I didn’t know if I was ready to get the answers for.
“Gianni?” I asked finally, after a long ten seconds of silence. “I don’t understand.”
He turned to stare at me, a small smile appearing on his face. “What don’t you understand, Alora?”
“Gianni, I don’t understand how you have proof against Bianca. Isn’t that... like, what proof do you have?” I asked, my confusion evident.
“Well, it’s a long story,” he replied. “But I have proof, okay? And I think if Uncle Luca is as wise as he claims, he should have noticed it somewhere in the house by now. I kept it in his room so it would be safer there. Since he and Bianca hate each other’s guts, there’s no way she can get into his room.”
My eyes widened. “Wait, you mean you really do have
