Mia

Giorgia cornered me as Aléjandro left my side to find us both coffee. Her eyes were huge, and she looked as if she hadn’t slept. “Are you okay?”

“Are you?”

“I couldn’t sleep with the music and for worrying about you.”

I looked around, making sure we weren’t overheard. “I’m good.”

“Did he force you?”

Shaking my head, I smiled. “I was afraid, but he didn’t.” I lowered my voice even more. “But if Antonio or ...