ANDREA’S POV
“Thank you, baby,” I said, taking the dishes Matteo handed me from the dining room.
“You know you don’t have to do that, right?” Kade said, reaching for the dishes I balanced precariously in my arms. “I have staff for that.”
I shook my head, rolling my eyes. “It’s only a couple of plates.” I started moving toward the kitchen when I paused.
“Matteo, where’s your brother?”
He shrugged one shoulder. “I said I didn’t want to go with him, so he went alone.”
I frowned. “Went wh—”
The dishes in my arms crashed to the floor with a deafening smash as I suddenly doubled over, clutching my chest.
“Andrea!”
Kade rushed to me and wrapped his arms around me. “What’s wrong?!” he asked in alarm.
I groaned. “I—”
I looked up to see Matteo clutching at his ches
