Chapter One Hundred And Eight : Bruno’s Childhood friend
Veronica’s POV
I was busy making dinner in the kitchen when Bruno came in, a hint of a smile on his face. "Hey, Veronica, I need to tell you something," he said, his eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief.
I looked up from the pot I was stirring, my curiosity piqued. "What is it?" I asked, my voice laced with a hint of playfulness.
Bruno leaned against the counter, his eyes locked on mine. "Ciana, my childhood friend, is coming to stay with us for a few days," he said, his voice casual, but his eyes betraying a hint of excitement.
I raised an eyebrow, my mind racing with questions. "Ciana? I've never heard you mention her before," I said, my curiosity getting the better of me.
Bruno chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners
