Before Nonna could say anything more, she noticed Dante emerging from the corridor, already changed out of his bathrobe and back into casual clothes.
Nonna had been hoping, praying, really that something would happen between him and Elodie in that intimate little pool. Some spark. Some connection. Something that was anything romantic.
But looking at the careful distance they kept from each other, the way neither of them even glanced in the other's direction, it was painfully clear that nothing had changed.
She sighed, her disappointment settling heavy in her chest.
"I just got a call from a friend who's here for treatment," Nonna said, patting Elodie's hand gently. She turned to Dante, her expression sharpening. "I need to head back for a bit. You two stay and enjoy yourselves." She po
