Riley POV
Packing should have been simple.
I did not own much when I first arrived at Luca’s mansion. Most of my clothes had come from the life I had before this one, expensive dresses, shoes I rarely wore anymore, and bags that once seemed important enough to build my whole personality around.
Now the things that mattered were smaller.
A bracelet Sophie had made with uneven beads.
A photograph of the twins covered in flour.
A folded note from Leo that said I was less annoying than most adults.
A tiny racing car Max had insisted was lucky.
I sat on the floor beside the open suitcase and held each item longer than necessary.
The room already looked less like mine. The framed photographs had been removed from the bedside table. My books were stacked inside one box. The wardrobe door
