*Casa Moretti – Years Ago*
“Why are you following me again?" Vincenzo asked, glancing over his shoulder as he walked down the marble corridor.
Claire, sixteen now, hugged her sketchbook like a shield. “Because I don't like being alone here."
“You're supposed to be studying."
“I am studying. I just study better near you."
He stopped, turning to face her. “People talk, Claire."
“Let them."
“You don't understand," he said, voice sharper. “They see us together and whisper things."
“Like what?" she challenged.
His jaw tightened. “Things you shouldn't hear."
She tilted her chin defiantly. “I don't care about them."
“You should."
“No," she said quietly. “I only care about you."
The words hung in the air, heavier than either expected.
Vincenzo broke the tension by turning and walking
