He glanced back, meeting her gaze. "I will behave, Nonni," Luca assured her, a hint of mischief curling at the corner of his lips. "I’m not a maniac."
She arched a brow, clearly unconvinced. "You say that every time, and yet my rosary beads continue to suffer from overuse."
"Then pray for my soul a little less and for my patience a little more."
"My prayers cover everything," she retorted dryly. Nonnina remained where she stood, watching him until he disappeared up the stairs.
When Luca stepped into the bedroom, Bianca had just settled into bed, the sheets gathered around her as she adjusted the pillows behind her. She looked up at the sound of his entrance, her expression brightening instantly.
"Amore mio," she said, startled but pleased, instinctively moving to swing her legs over the side of the bed to greet him properly.
Luca lifted a hand, stopping her with a simple gesture. "Stay," he said quietly.
Bianca paused. Luca loosened his tie and walked past the bed, heading for the sofa. He sank into it with a weary exhale, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees, hands loosely clasped. "Is everything okay?" Bianca asked. She shifted against the pillows. "Any word about Don?"
His gaze drifted to the patterned rug beneath his feet, unfocused. The silence stretched long enough for Bianca’s worry to deepen.
"Luciano?" she called again, more gently this time.
He inhaled slowly. "I’ve known my brother all my life," Luca began. "He’s never had the brains to pull off anything successfully."
Bianca’s lips curved into a small, amused smile. "Don says the same thing," she replied, a soft chuckle escaping her.
Luca huffed a quiet laugh. "That sounds about right."
"So," she prompted gently, "what’s troubling you?"
Luca leaned back into the sofa, running a hand over his face before fixing his gaze on her. "The amount of planning that went into this," he continued slowly, choosing each word with care, "the pieces that were moved, the time, the patience... it’s incredible." He shook his head slightly, still trying to comprehend the scale of it. "Every step was calculated. Nothing was left to chance."
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