Nico’s Point of View
I pulled up to the restaurant, my thoughts still tangled from the conversation with Grace and Marshall’s latest maneuver. Giovanni had invited me for a private lunch, and the weight of what I needed to discuss with him pressed heavily on my shoulders. Luca sat beside me, equally tense. We were about to meet my father and discuss the next steps in this tangled mess.
As we entered the restaurant, I noticed Giovanni already seated at a secluded table, his face set in its usual serious expression. He waved us over, and I led the way, with Luca following closely behind. Giovanni stood as we approached, his face softening slightly into a smile.
“Giovanni,” I greeted, extending my hand.
“Nico, Luca,” he responded, shaking our hands firmly. “Please, sit. Let’s get down to
