Camila froze, stunned by Vincenzo’s words. She glanced at him, then slowly scanned the sitting room. Everyone’s eyes were on her. Some quickly turned away, pretending they weren’t watching.

Embarrassed, she turned her gaze back to Vincenzo.

“What kind of question is that, V? I’m here because I missed you,” Camilla said, her voice trembling slightly but steadying as she spoke.

Vincenzo ran a hand through his short, semi-curled hair, his expression tense as he struggled to control ...