A week had passed since they started sharing the same suite, but two separate rooms connected by one door. The tension in the air was heavy. Seraphina spent most of her time locked in her room, avoiding eye contact, while Vincenzo surprisingly gave her space.
But that didn’t mean he wasn’t watching.
And Emma saw it. The way Vincenzo had changed. His voice wasn’t sharp around Seraphina. His eyes weren’t cold. And worst of all, he was smiling ... a lot. That alone made Emma feel like smashing glass.
This morning, Vincenzo was on the floor, doing push-ups with slow, steady strength. His muscles flexed with every count, sweat rolling down his spine.
“Ninety-seven… ninety-eight… ninety-nine…”
“HAAAAAAA!”
A scream tore through the air.
“What the....Seraphina?” Vincenzo yelled, already jum
