The late afternoon sun streamed through the wide windows of the sitting room, casting a golden hue over the plush furniture. It was a saturday.
Nova sat comfortably in one of the armchairs, her legs curled up beneath her as she immersed herself in a thick book. The room was silent save for the soft rustle of pages turning and the chewing sounds she made as she ate some popcorn.
Nova was deeply engrossed in her reading, a non-fiction book on business strategies that she had picked up on a whim.
The sound of footsteps interrupted her thoughts, and she looked up to see Lucia entering the room. Franco’s mother was as impeccably dressed as ever, her sleek dark hair styled perfectly, and her sharp features softened only slightly by the faint smile on her lips.
And deep down, Nova wondered
