~NICO~
The boutique is silent in the way expensive places always are.
Sound dies here. Even time slows down, respectful, waiting to be told what to do.
I sit back in the leather chair, phone in my hand, attention split between the room and the screen. Business does not pause just because my future wife is sitting ten feet away pretending she doesn’t exist.
Enzo: Sienna just called. She’s flying in from New York for the wedding. Says she intends to stay.
I stare at the message for a full three seconds.
Me: No.
Me: She’s not coming here until I finish dealing with Tomaso.
His reply comes immediately.
Enzo: She’s your sister, not a soldier.
Enzo: And she’s as stubborn as you.
Enzo: You know she won’t listen to me. Tell her yourself.
I exhale slowly through my nose.
Me: I will.
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