Athena frowned as she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. It wasn’t just about how she looked but also about the pain her body was experiencing at that moment. It was evident that she had overdone it the day before; every limb felt as if it had been attacked by some wild animal.
She decided to clear her mind in the shower, recalling lovers, passionate encounters, disappointments, an intense night, and a doubt that persisted in her head. She tried to brush off the subject of the tattoo, but she was sure Valentino had lied to her and was hiding something. Of course, she was determined to find out what it was.
Wrapped in a towel, she stepped out of the bathroom and found her nanny cleaning the room. She watched as the older woman picked up clothes from the floor, made the bed, and arr
