*Sophia’s POV*

"That's the last of it," I commented, "Thanks for your help."

Jacopo's nostrils flared as he exhaled a deep, agitated breath. He avoided eye contact and his posture stiffened, arms crossed tightly over his chest. The air in the room shifted with tension, thick and suffocating. His mood had been foul ever since he'd told his father he'd be staying in the main house.

"Jacopo, you know you don't have to stay here. Luca and I will be fine ...