*Jacopo’s POV*

The air in my father’s house was heavy as I paced from room to room. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. I hadn’t seen Sophia since we got back from our trip, and a growing sense of unease gnawed at my insides. She wasn’t outside at the villa, and she wasn’t in her room. Luca and Elena hadn’t spoken to her since she’d gone out to paint this morning, and that was unusual. She should’ve been back for lunch by now. ...