“Oh, God. Mila. Are you okay?” Mama asked, her eyes wide with horror and her voice filled with concern as I stepped into the mansion, Marco wrapping a blanket around me and pulling me into his chest.
She looked me up and down, her eyes softening with tenderness. Everyone in the room fell silent. Papa clenched the arms of his wheelchair as he tightened his jaw.
I was soaked. The sprinkler system had been activated and started spraying water after Luca left me there.
I gave her a faint smile. “I’m fine, Mama. Where's Angelo?”
“In his room with the Nanny. He didn't suspect anything, but kept asking about you.”
Aunt Merinda just stood there, staring at me with her usual indifference, while Mrs Carmela—Lorenzo’s mother—narrowed her eyes slightly and mumbled, “Your life was truly a miracle
