Valeria’s POV

I was folding laundry in my room when someone knocked the door. Before I had a chance to say anything, the door swung open and a man dressed in black from stood there, with sn expressionless face.

“Come out,” he ordered.

I froze for a second. “Now?”

“Yes. The Boss wants you.” His tone was strict.

I glanced down at myself. I was wearing the same clothes Dante had forced me to wear around the villa. Clothes that screamed nanny. I clenched my jaw. “Can I at least ...