Valentina's POV
I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, touching the necklace around my neck, the clasp warm against my skin.
I got out of bed, and checked my phone which was 11:47 PM. I pulled on a robe, walked to the door and opened it quietly.
The penthouse was dark except for a faint light coming from the living room. I walked down the hallway and stopped at the edge of the living room.
Leonardo sat on the couch, whiskey glass in hand, staring out at the city.
"Can't sleep?" I said, stepping into the room.
"What are you doing up?" he asked, his eyes red.
"Same as you,” I said, folding my arms.
"Go back to bed, Valentina,” he said, as he heaved a sigh.
"I wanted to thank you,” I muttered, my lips in a small smile.
"For what?" He said, as he furrowed his brows.
"The necklace.
