After squeezing her hands one last time, Matteo got up to open the door. Sandra walked through first, with Leandro and Totó following right after her. Leandro looked breath-taking as always, dressed in black jeans and a perfectly crisp white shirt, his hair styled to look like he just got out of bed. Totó was walking behind him as if he was being led to his execution, shoulders slumped in defeat, eyes cast down on the floor. It was clear that Sandra had been giving him grief before coming here, and he knew that he would have to grovel hard for her to forgive him.
“I brought him in case Leandro tries to lie his way out of this,” Sandra whispered to Aurora after sitting down next to her.
“Aurora! I’m so glad you’re ok, and you’re back in Pisa! Why are we here? You could have come to the l
