*Sophie’s POV*

The men were all standing in the yard gossiping and waiting on Luca and me. It always made me laugh when older women were referred to as clucking hens. Men were just as bad, why didn't they catch flack for that?

I heard one of them say, "Did anyone call Mr. Rossi? He's gonna be pissed when he finds out his restorer took a free fall down into an unmarked basement."

"Nobody will say a word to Mr. Rossi," I loudly spoke. "I'm fine. Everything ...