Emilia’s POV
The night draws out longer than I expect due to my mind wandering back to Luca’s shirtless body and surprisingly not the numerous gunshots that rock the mansion hours earlier, but I manage to get some well-needed sleep. My alarm has already gone off for when I need to get up and get ready to follow Luca to work, but just like he tells me, I am not disturbed to move my ass out of bed. Instead, I have a late morning and decide that I am going to take a small tour around the mansion. Luca is out of the house already, so it makes sense that I have a bit of freedom. After all, he does say that I shouldn’t leave the gates of the mansion. There isn’t any harm in looking around, is there?
I leave my room wearing just a yellow floral gown from the closet and sandals, my head glancing
