Nico
“We’re here.” My voice broke through the quiet hum of the car as we rolled to a stop before the massive black gates. Gianna’s gaze snapped from whatever thoughts she’d been lost in, her eyes widening at the sight of the Mediterranean villa ahead.
Our new home.
The gates swung open without a sound, revealing sprawling gardens bursting with life—flowers in full bloom, vines draping lazily over trellises, and green that seemed almost too vivid against the sunlit sky. This place wasn’t like the old Baldocchi estate. It wasn’t meant to intimidate. It was meant to breathe. To feel alive.
The driver pulled us along the stone driveway until the car stopped in front of the main porch. I stepped out first, the heat of the afternoon sun settling across my shoulders. Circling to her side, I o
