At first, I did not fully grasp what that meant.
Though it was just a digital card, it was elegant, gold-embossed, glowing faintly against the screen in that quiet kitchen light.
The longer I stared at it, the heavier it felt in my hand, as if it carried a thousand unspoken things beneath.
The invitation extended as I scrolled down the screen. Matteo's name was right there in those bold, centered letters. That was enough to make my stomach twist.
Sophie leaned closer, her eyes scanning the message with quiet curiosity. "Matteo? He's hosting it?" She murmured out.
I nodded slowly to her question, as the weight of that name settled between us. "It's the Romano Gala," I said finally, my voice quieter than I intended.
Linda frowned, drying her hands with the towel. "Romano? As in the Romanos?"
"Yes, it's the biggest one of the year. The kind of event people would sell their souls to attend." I breathed out, not able to tear my gaze from the screen.
